Have you ever been a sitcom cliche?
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I have.
Just been doing my ironing, went to iron one of my blue short sleeved shirt when I notice a large iron imprint from the last time I did the same thing. The blue is such that you can't really see it unless you catch it in the right light.
At least that's what I'm telling myself as otherwise I walked round work, served customers, chatted to staff with a giant iron mark slap dab in the middle of my back......
....ffs..
Anyone else been a sitcom cliche? Had to hide in a wardrobe from her dad? Fallen through a bar? Walked into a lampost? Got mistaken for a vicar? Been a cheeseshop that had no cheese?
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Just been doing my ironing, went to iron one of my blue short sleeved shirt when I notice a large iron imprint from the last time I did the same thing. The blue is such that you can't really see it unless you catch it in the right light.
At least that's what I'm telling myself as otherwise I walked round work, served customers, chatted to staff with a giant iron mark slap dab in the middle of my back......
....ffs..Anyone else been a sitcom cliche? Had to hide in a wardrobe from her dad? Fallen through a bar? Walked into a lampost? Got mistaken for a vicar? Been a cheeseshop that had no cheese?
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
I did that stabbing between your fingers tricks with a large knife in a spanish bar once. Normally i'm pretty good at it, but the san miguel threw my aim a little and I ended up with about 20 scratches and 3 direct hits with a steak knife.
I played it down, most because of the beer numbing the pain, but when it refused to stop bleeding after 5 mins, I panicked and fainted.
I could feel it coming on, so i just had enough to put my beer down on the bar, and i fell back, fag in mouth and straight as a board like a cowboy in a western film.
I played it down, most because of the beer numbing the pain, but when it refused to stop bleeding after 5 mins, I panicked and fainted.
I could feel it coming on, so i just had enough to put my beer down on the bar, and i fell back, fag in mouth and straight as a board like a cowboy in a western film.
when i was younger, (think i was about 8/9), we were playing rounders on the field near my house. I used to be a very sore loser, (whereas now i'm just used to losing). So i got caught out even though i refused to be called out. So i threw the bat up over my head, started storming off, next thing i know there's a massive bash on the top of my head and i'm on the floor in the foetal position. According to everyone there at the time it was the funniest thing they've ever seen... 
When I was 15 my local footy team got to the final of a tournament which was to be played at the JJB stadium in Wigan. I invited EVERYONE I could including the majority of the girls I went to school with.
5 minutes in I charged down a clearance from the keeper which hit me straight in the cubes at full pelt, knocked me on the floor and resulted in me having a seizure and being carried off with a female St. Johns ambulance paramedic with her hands down my shorts.
How I dreaded going back to school after that............
5 minutes in I charged down a clearance from the keeper which hit me straight in the cubes at full pelt, knocked me on the floor and resulted in me having a seizure and being carried off with a female St. Johns ambulance paramedic with her hands down my shorts.
How I dreaded going back to school after that............
Done the hiding in the wardrobe thing.
I was about 16 & had blagged a day off school to spend the day with a chick. She had also taken the day off. Anyway, we were in the bath at her folks house & we hear the front door go & her mum start shouting downstairs. I grabbed my clothes off the bathroom floor & legged it into her bedroom, opened the wardrobe, threw loads of her clothes on the floor & climbed in. Next thing, her mum is upstairs b
king the bird about wagging school & me coming round which the chick denied. Her mum then pointed out that my trainers were downstairs & starts freaking. Meanwhile, I'm wet, naked, cold & getting cramp. Mum then spots the bedroom floor covered in crap & starts kicking off about tidying up & its at this point the stupid poodle starts bloody sniffing at the wardrobe door. How or why she never opened the door is a mystery to this day but after about 5 minutes she clears off downstairs. I got out, got dressed & then did another cliche by climbing out of the landing window, onto the garage then down onto the bins & running off barefoot to my mates house. Never did go back for my trainers & I got suspended for a week for skiving off school
Perfectly true & happened about 20 years ago.
Hi Sam if you're reading - have you still got my pair of Adidas Samba knocking around
I was about 16 & had blagged a day off school to spend the day with a chick. She had also taken the day off. Anyway, we were in the bath at her folks house & we hear the front door go & her mum start shouting downstairs. I grabbed my clothes off the bathroom floor & legged it into her bedroom, opened the wardrobe, threw loads of her clothes on the floor & climbed in. Next thing, her mum is upstairs b
king the bird about wagging school & me coming round which the chick denied. Her mum then pointed out that my trainers were downstairs & starts freaking. Meanwhile, I'm wet, naked, cold & getting cramp. Mum then spots the bedroom floor covered in crap & starts kicking off about tidying up & its at this point the stupid poodle starts bloody sniffing at the wardrobe door. How or why she never opened the door is a mystery to this day but after about 5 minutes she clears off downstairs. I got out, got dressed & then did another cliche by climbing out of the landing window, onto the garage then down onto the bins & running off barefoot to my mates house. Never did go back for my trainers & I got suspended for a week for skiving off schoolPerfectly true & happened about 20 years ago.
Hi Sam if you're reading - have you still got my pair of Adidas Samba knocking around
Went to Parenting classes tonight for our expected baby.
The whole gropu were all sitting around in a circle (like an AA meeting) & we were made to introduce ourselves & the due date of our baby.
(We worked out our due date- 9th August a long time ago & the date has stuck in my mind.
Scans have suggested its due on the 25th- which I completely forgot about)
My wife went first, said the due date of the 25th.
I was so caught up in not messing up my opening sentence, I fluffed everything up- in a Mr. Bean sort of voice & mentioned the 9th as our due date.
A silence descended, all eyes on me sort of moment.
I could see what was going through their mind- Is this bloke a bit special?
So, trying to look like I knew what was going on& regain some sort respect, I proceeded to argue with my Wife- infront of the group & Health Visitor, about when it was going to pop out.
I did glance at people shaking their heads out of the corner of my eye.
Facepalm moment of the highest order.
The whole gropu were all sitting around in a circle (like an AA meeting
) & we were made to introduce ourselves & the due date of our baby.(We worked out our due date- 9th August a long time ago & the date has stuck in my mind.
Scans have suggested its due on the 25th- which I completely forgot about)
My wife went first, said the due date of the 25th.
I was so caught up in not messing up my opening sentence, I fluffed everything up- in a Mr. Bean sort of voice & mentioned the 9th as our due date.
A silence descended, all eyes on me sort of moment.
I could see what was going through their mind- Is this bloke a bit special?
So, trying to look like I knew what was going on& regain some sort respect, I proceeded to argue with my Wife- infront of the group & Health Visitor, about when it was going to pop out.
I did glance at people shaking their heads out of the corner of my eye.
Facepalm moment of the highest order.
Edited by Vidal Baboon on Wednesday 3rd June 23:31
I once went on holiday to a caravan park, one night I got absolutely steaming drunk and walked home.
I am sure the caravan I got into was mine (well you would they all look the same)I got undressed and jumped in to bed with a couple of screaming pensioners.
Apparently the commotion woke the whole park up but I was dragged out of bed still unconscious and knew nothing of it.
I am sure the caravan I got into was mine (well you would they all look the same)I got undressed and jumped in to bed with a couple of screaming pensioners.
Apparently the commotion woke the whole park up but I was dragged out of bed still unconscious and knew nothing of it.
Sheets Tabuer said:
I once went on holiday to a caravan park, one night I got absolutely steaming drunk and walked home.
I am sure the caravan I got into was mine (well you would they all look the same)I got undressed and jumped in to bed with a couple of screaming pensioners.
Apparently the commotion woke the whole park up but I was dragged out of bed still unconscious and knew nothing of it.
You are I am sure the caravan I got into was mine (well you would they all look the same)I got undressed and jumped in to bed with a couple of screaming pensioners.
Apparently the commotion woke the whole park up but I was dragged out of bed still unconscious and knew nothing of it.
& I claim my five pounds. 
Edited by The Hypno-Toad on Thursday 4th June 07:01
TheEnd said:
I did that stabbing between your fingers tricks with a large knife in a spanish bar once. Normally i'm pretty good at it, but the san miguel threw my aim a little and I ended up with about 20 scratches and 3 direct hits with a steak knife.
I played it down, most because of the beer numbing the pain, but when it refused to stop bleeding after 5 mins, I panicked and fainted.
I could feel it coming on, so i just had enough to put my beer down on the bar, and i fell back, fag in mouth and straight as a board like a cowboy in a western film.
I played it down, most because of the beer numbing the pain, but when it refused to stop bleeding after 5 mins, I panicked and fainted.
I could feel it coming on, so i just had enough to put my beer down on the bar, and i fell back, fag in mouth and straight as a board like a cowboy in a western film.
Cheers,
FT.
In the college carpark, many years ago, I jumped in front of my mates car in a comedy style moment.
In true comedy style, however, he didn't stop and hit me.
There was some shouting and yelling - mainly by him as I'd dented his pride & joy (A 1.0 pop plus Fiesta - with XR2 styling - re:Styling - read "Badge")
In true comedy style, however, he didn't stop and hit me.
There was some shouting and yelling - mainly by him as I'd dented his pride & joy (A 1.0 pop plus Fiesta - with XR2 styling - re:Styling - read "Badge")
Many years ago....
I was seeing a farmers daughter, and he was a little over protective of her, so much so that when he caught us playing tonsil hockey he chased me off the farm with his trusty 12-bore.
(Mind you, she was worth it, and we met up later in the corner of one of his fields where things progressed nicely)
Ah.....happy days
I was seeing a farmers daughter, and he was a little over protective of her, so much so that when he caught us playing tonsil hockey he chased me off the farm with his trusty 12-bore.
(Mind you, she was worth it, and we met up later in the corner of one of his fields where things progressed nicely)
Ah.....happy days
james_tigerwoods said:
In the college carpark, many years ago, I jumped in front of my mates car in a comedy style moment.
In true comedy style, however, he didn't stop and hit me.
There was some shouting and yelling - mainly by him as I'd dented his pride & joy (A 1.0 pop plus Fiesta - with XR2 styling - re:Styling - read "Badge")
Is that the second dumbest thing you ever did then? In true comedy style, however, he didn't stop and hit me.
There was some shouting and yelling - mainly by him as I'd dented his pride & joy (A 1.0 pop plus Fiesta - with XR2 styling - re:Styling - read "Badge")
Cheers,
FT.
Fume troll said:
james_tigerwoods said:
In the college carpark, many years ago, I jumped in front of my mates car in a comedy style moment.
In true comedy style, however, he didn't stop and hit me.
There was some shouting and yelling - mainly by him as I'd dented his pride & joy (A 1.0 pop plus Fiesta - with XR2 styling - re:Styling - read "Badge")
Is that the second dumbest thing you ever did then? In true comedy style, however, he didn't stop and hit me.
There was some shouting and yelling - mainly by him as I'd dented his pride & joy (A 1.0 pop plus Fiesta - with XR2 styling - re:Styling - read "Badge")
Cheers,
FT.
Edited by james_tigerwoods on Thursday 4th June 13:55
As a teenager I worked as a grocers message boy - Granville from Open All Hours - While loaded up with too many boxes I managed to cycle straight into a parked car, an MG1100 it was, I remember as I knocked the MG badge off the back of it, I didn't actually fall off the bike but there were a few groceries scattered around the road, I quickly threw then back in boxes and after checking no-one had witnessed my stupidity went on my way, the shop never got any complaints to my knowledge but the chances are several customers got things they hadn't ordered.
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