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CJinherPJs

CJinherPJs

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It can be anything really. I'll go first. I was 6 and in primary school, and we were drawing, and the classroom assistant asked me,
"Shall I put your picture on the wall?", to which I replied,
"Do what you damn well like" not really understanding at the time that it was rude. I'd heard my Dad say it, so I thought it was OK.
 
HAHAHA!
I was once told a slightly racist joke by my grandad cause he thought he was funny (And has always been a bit innapropriate).
I didn't understand it was racist, and repeated it to my mum (I was about 7).
She blew up completely!
 
Heh... oh dear.
That reminded me of when I was 9 and there was a boy who lived nearby who used to call me names. I referred to him using the C word in front of my Mum. She yelled at me,
"Don't you EVER use that word again!", and I cried, because I'd only heard that word for the first time that day and didn't know it was that offensive. I heard it from a girl who lived around the corner from me.
 
I am failing to come up with what that C word was that you called that kid.

Once I was when I was on a hike with my parents when I was 7 or so. We saw some vultures. My parents made some comment about what they eat (maybe they said they'd eat me, I don't remember. I responded, "Vultures don't eat that, they eat KOREAN!" Actually, I meant carrion but I had just read about it so I pronounced it wrong.

My parents corrected my pronunciation, and I was very embarrassed. But only last year did I realize that the way I mispronounced it made it sounded like vultures eat Asian food.
 
Firnafth said:
I am failing to come up with what that C word was that you called that kid.

Once I was when I was on a hike with my parents when I was 7 or so. We saw some vultures. My parents made some comment about what they eat (maybe they said they'd eat me, I don't remember. I responded, "Vultures don't eat that, they eat KOREAN!" Actually, I meant carrion but I had just read about it so I pronounced it wrong.

My parents corrected my pronunciation, and I was very embarrassed. But only last year did I realize that the way I mispronounced it made it sounded like vultures eat Asian food.
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HAHAHA! Omg, that's the sort of thing I'd do!

CJTheCreepingOne said:
I don't think I ought to repeat that C word here, it is pretty offensive.
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Yeah.. I advise you not to, too ;)
 
Google said:
But my fondest memory was the time I took a condom and asked the lady at the front desk if there was somewhere where I could try it on. She was like "Well... There's a bathroom down the hall," and pointed to it. So I went to the bathroom and waited in it for about 30 seconds. I stepped out of the bathroom and stood there and she looked at me. I held the condom up (which I stretched out to about five feet) and said "It didn't fit," then calmly walked out.
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HAHAHAHAHAHA
Omg are you serious? How did she react? I would so love to be able to do that!
 
One time, my family had company over, when I was 12. We were all looking out the window, at a dog who had a face, that was almost human. My mum said, "Look at that dog. His face looks human." I quipped, "Maybe a lady had a dog, for a baby!" My mum got angry at me, and said "That's not funny!":lol:
 
Once, when I was 7, I saw two police officers walking past my house. Being the impulsive little bugger that I was, I shouted,
"'Ello 'ello 'ello!" at them.
Trying to look professional, they didn't acknowledge me, but I did notice that they were trying not to laugh.

Heh, if I did that now, I'd probably be arrested. :lol2:
 
I remember a simpler, long ago time, when my birthdays where finally into the double digits and I would be sitting quietly, avidly watching the wrestling on the TV with my nan, she loved it.
 
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I remember when I was about 8 I was at some kids party, I really didn't want to be there and spent the whole time away from the rest of the kids, complaining to my mum that I felt ill(I didn't know how to explain it was too much for me). She was newly single after divorcing my dad for cheating, anyway thinking back she was probably flirting with this guy who was a family friend of the host. At one point he said something like I'm going to get you and sort of tickled her, swept her up off her feet, whilst she was screaming (in a joking way to let her go) and he threw her onto the bouncy castle and jumped in with her. Well because I didn't understand what was going on I started screaming at him to get off her that he was hurting her and I started crying...kinda ruined that for my mum. I can still vividly recall the "WTF is her problem" look the guy had in his eyes. I was overcome with rage/fear, I honestly thought he was trying to hurt her / kill her so I was quite hysterical and clawed at his arms to try and get him away from her.

Another memory I have is a little later on when I was 9 or so and my mum had been dating some guy and she got around to telling me (because she wanted to introduce him to me and my brother). I asked what he looked like and she said Bruce Willis. So imagine my surprise when I met him and the only resemblance was the bald head and I loudly stated that fact, something along the lines of "You said he looked like Bruce Willis?! He's just bald that does not make him look like Bruce Willis, why did you lie?" how's that for an awkward first meeting :lol:

One last little one that I'm not sure is a real memory and has always confused me. We used to regularly go to theme parks and things when I was little. One of them was a seaside park and we would often go on the beach too, I have this very very clear memory of us finding a rollercoaster on the beach, that right at the end of the ride zipped down into some water so you got a little wet. This memory is so clear and yet I've asked my mum and dad, my brother, done endless searches for this rollercoaster and all evidence points to the fact it doesn't exist
 
I remember my nan telling me off when I was 8 and I called her "crinkle chip", and continued to call her that throughout the day to annoy her. Then that evening my mum asked me,
"Do you want some Nannas for tea?", to which I replied,
"What?"
"Do you want some Nannas for tea?"
"What do you mean Nannas?"
"Crinkle chips".
 
I remember boxing with my friend and doing a 'Attitude Adjustment' when I hear the piano.

Contrast, eh?

Cos he does wrestling with me after he does a piano tune at my presence, like 'Symphony No. 5' by Beethoven.
 
One time, I went to an ice skating rink with somebody and we were the only people there. There were chairs out on the ice and I sat on one while my friend pushed me around the rink.
 
I wanted to go Ice Skating. I had never done it before (No ice here, it's Florida). It looked fun. Once I got there, I rented my skates and spend an hour sitting on a bench, looking at people skating. I was unable to get into the ice, there were people in it..."I might look weird"... "People might make fun of me" I thought. I returned the skates and came back home without ever skating.
 
RubenX said:
I wanted to go Ice Skating. I had never done it before (No ice here, it's Florida). It looked fun. Once I got there, I rented my skates and spend an hour sitting on a bench, looking at people skating. I was unable to get into the ice, there were people in it..."I might look weird"... "People might make fun of me" I thought. I returned the skates and came back home without ever skating.
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Aw, that's a shame. It can be fun. I understand how you felt though. I'm usually too self-conscious to go unless I have somebody with me.
 
I was upstairs in my bedroom at my dad's house. I was standing in front of the full-length mirror applying too much makeup, looking at my body from every angle, and incessantly adjusting my clothing. I periodically peeked out the window to see if there was a car in the driveway. My anxiety level was very high. When I finally saw a car pull up in the driveway, my stomach twisted itself into knots and I momentarily lost my breath. I couldn't feel myself moving as my legs carried me down the stairs and out the front door. I awkwardly smiled at my dad and said, "He's here!" Awkward greeting. His eyes faced the ground and his hair nearly covered his eyes. I didn't know what his forehead looked like. Maybe he didn't have one. Despite the heat, he wore a sweatshirt and jeans. His mother was normal and friendly. He said something to me, but he spoke so softly that I couldn't hear it. Fastforward a bit. We're sitting on my basement couch. It's damp and smelly down there. He looks very tense. I'm glad that he raised his eyes to meet mine several times thus far. I have no idea what's on the television. I don't like television, but it seems appropriate to play it as background noise. For some reason, we moved to the other couch to watch a different TV. I asked if he preferred a certain channel, and he said he doesn't like television. I think I turned off the television at that point. Later, he's too nervous to eat my food. He's wearing long sleeves because he's uncomfortable exposing the skin of his arms.
 
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