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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."
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( , 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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Hanover Airport.....
A few years ago I had a rather bad incident with a friend who lived in Germany (turns out she was a total nutjob) whilst visiting her and I therefore decided to flee the country at all and any expense and return to the safety of Blighty. I spent about 4 hours trying to get on what must have been the last flight out of Hanover the same day and made it to the airport in the nick of time.
Not one to travel lightly I had a heavy rucksack and carrier bags in either hand. Having made a speedy departure from said nutjob's house I had also flung on a pair of jeans that I should have worn a belt with, a small t-shirt but alas no undies. Therefore, I arrive in a mad panic at the airport desperately trying to catch my flight (which I had been ripped off 400 quid for - wtf?! But I dirgress) and put as many miles between me and the German Witch as possible so I began running up the escalator. I was halfway up said escalator when I realised my jeans were beginning to slip down with each step... my brain said to me 'for God's sake stop running you stupid girl' however my fear was saying 'run for your life woman!!!'. So - by the time I had reached the top of the escalator my trousers were round my ankles and my 'private areas' were on view to all those that were (before I decided to decently expose myself) looking at the info screens at the top.
Having had such a bad weekend already and not thinking it could get any worse I did what any normal person would do... I slowly put down my bags on the floor, pulled up my jeans, wrapped my remaining rags of dignity around me, picked up my bags and continued on my way like nothing had happened - all the time with torrents of the hot lava of shame and cringeworthiness running over me and random men winking and smiling at me whilst giving anyone and everyone a 'what? that is totally normal behaviour?!?' look ...... weep.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 16:24, 2 replies)
A few years ago I had a rather bad incident with a friend who lived in Germany (turns out she was a total nutjob) whilst visiting her and I therefore decided to flee the country at all and any expense and return to the safety of Blighty. I spent about 4 hours trying to get on what must have been the last flight out of Hanover the same day and made it to the airport in the nick of time.
Not one to travel lightly I had a heavy rucksack and carrier bags in either hand. Having made a speedy departure from said nutjob's house I had also flung on a pair of jeans that I should have worn a belt with, a small t-shirt but alas no undies. Therefore, I arrive in a mad panic at the airport desperately trying to catch my flight (which I had been ripped off 400 quid for - wtf?! But I dirgress) and put as many miles between me and the German Witch as possible so I began running up the escalator. I was halfway up said escalator when I realised my jeans were beginning to slip down with each step... my brain said to me 'for God's sake stop running you stupid girl' however my fear was saying 'run for your life woman!!!'. So - by the time I had reached the top of the escalator my trousers were round my ankles and my 'private areas' were on view to all those that were (before I decided to decently expose myself) looking at the info screens at the top.
Having had such a bad weekend already and not thinking it could get any worse I did what any normal person would do... I slowly put down my bags on the floor, pulled up my jeans, wrapped my remaining rags of dignity around me, picked up my bags and continued on my way like nothing had happened - all the time with torrents of the hot lava of shame and cringeworthiness running over me and random men winking and smiling at me whilst giving anyone and everyone a 'what? that is totally normal behaviour?!?' look ...... weep.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 16:24, 2 replies)
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