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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Yet another culturally inappropriate joke
Kaol’s post below reminds me of a Japanese language class at high school. We had a temp teacher in for a month or so; a short, rotund Chinese woman, funnily enough. Her english was nowhere near as good as her Japanese (or Mandarin for that matter), but she still understood enough when we were regularly playing up and taking the piss out of her.
One lesson, we got side-tracked into competitive Sickipedia-style joke telling while we were supposed to be preparing for some role play exercise. This is 1989, just after the tanks rolled into Tianenmen Square, so the following joke didn’t go down too well:
Q. What’s the difference between a lobster and a Chinese student?
A. Nothing. They’re both crustaceans (crushed-Asians – badoomching)
The teacher burst into tears and hurried out of the room. That caused enough *cringe* to start with. But when we later found out that some members of her family had been caught up in the government crackdown, the cringe factor went through the roof.
Still feel kind of bad about that. But hey, I was 14, an age when most boys have about much tact as the bastard lovechild of Robert Kilroy-Silk and Prince Phillip.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 15:01, Reply)
Kaol’s post below reminds me of a Japanese language class at high school. We had a temp teacher in for a month or so; a short, rotund Chinese woman, funnily enough. Her english was nowhere near as good as her Japanese (or Mandarin for that matter), but she still understood enough when we were regularly playing up and taking the piss out of her.
One lesson, we got side-tracked into competitive Sickipedia-style joke telling while we were supposed to be preparing for some role play exercise. This is 1989, just after the tanks rolled into Tianenmen Square, so the following joke didn’t go down too well:
Q. What’s the difference between a lobster and a Chinese student?
A. Nothing. They’re both crustaceans (crushed-Asians – badoomching)
The teacher burst into tears and hurried out of the room. That caused enough *cringe* to start with. But when we later found out that some members of her family had been caught up in the government crackdown, the cringe factor went through the roof.
Still feel kind of bad about that. But hey, I was 14, an age when most boys have about much tact as the bastard lovechild of Robert Kilroy-Silk and Prince Phillip.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 15:01, Reply)
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