Cringe!
Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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Post-it notes.
The memory of this is still horribly fresh, but here is the whole messy story anyway.
Being at university for the first time in my life, I began to forget all the careful lessons i'd learned over the previous two years about drinking.
So it comes to pass that there is a fancy dress party, with a theme that I now forget. The upshot of this is that I am wondering around, dressed in finest primark, as an emo kid. To really complete the look, I have borrowed someone's lipstick and made a few suspicious looking marks on my arm.
So there I am, still in halls, and I walk into the room next door. At which point I am immediately told off for the 'self harm jokes' by a half tearful girl who I didn't know, whilst a roomful of people look disapprovingly on. Great start.
This leads to me going back to my room, and cleaning off the lipstick. Figuring that alcohol is a wonderful thing, I grab the bottle of cheap vodka from my shelf as I leave, reasoning that this will better help me face the roomful of people who seem to think that I have just deliberately emotionally destroyed an unstable stranger.
At this point, things become a little hazy, and I am reliably informed that I never made it to the party. There exists a solitary photograph of an unlikely looking emo clutching a by then half empty bottle of vodka.
Wavy lines. Horrible swirly evil wavy lines.
I wake up, miraculously enough on my bed. I am cold. I am covered with a blanket. I look on the floor, and see my duvet cover. It takes a few minutes to realise that some bastard has puked on it. Come to think of it, my bed is feeling a little damp too.
Disgusted, with throbbing head and filled with righteous anger, I arose from my bed and went down to the laundry room to wash my filthy sheets. When I get back, I notice that my door wasn't locked, and take a closer look at it.
There is a single green post it note affixed to the inside of the door:
"I cleaned vomit off your eyebrows. You owe me. D"
That remains the most cringeworthy piece of paper I have ever seen. And I still have no idea how it got on my eyebrows.
*delurks to post. Yay, first post! Relurks*
( , Mon 1 Dec 2008, 0:31, Reply)
The memory of this is still horribly fresh, but here is the whole messy story anyway.
Being at university for the first time in my life, I began to forget all the careful lessons i'd learned over the previous two years about drinking.
So it comes to pass that there is a fancy dress party, with a theme that I now forget. The upshot of this is that I am wondering around, dressed in finest primark, as an emo kid. To really complete the look, I have borrowed someone's lipstick and made a few suspicious looking marks on my arm.
So there I am, still in halls, and I walk into the room next door. At which point I am immediately told off for the 'self harm jokes' by a half tearful girl who I didn't know, whilst a roomful of people look disapprovingly on. Great start.
This leads to me going back to my room, and cleaning off the lipstick. Figuring that alcohol is a wonderful thing, I grab the bottle of cheap vodka from my shelf as I leave, reasoning that this will better help me face the roomful of people who seem to think that I have just deliberately emotionally destroyed an unstable stranger.
At this point, things become a little hazy, and I am reliably informed that I never made it to the party. There exists a solitary photograph of an unlikely looking emo clutching a by then half empty bottle of vodka.
Wavy lines. Horrible swirly evil wavy lines.
I wake up, miraculously enough on my bed. I am cold. I am covered with a blanket. I look on the floor, and see my duvet cover. It takes a few minutes to realise that some bastard has puked on it. Come to think of it, my bed is feeling a little damp too.
Disgusted, with throbbing head and filled with righteous anger, I arose from my bed and went down to the laundry room to wash my filthy sheets. When I get back, I notice that my door wasn't locked, and take a closer look at it.
There is a single green post it note affixed to the inside of the door:
"I cleaned vomit off your eyebrows. You owe me. D"
That remains the most cringeworthy piece of paper I have ever seen. And I still have no idea how it got on my eyebrows.
*delurks to post. Yay, first post! Relurks*
( , Mon 1 Dec 2008, 0:31, Reply)
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