No Self-AwarenessI had a boss who had no idea of his body odour problem, and everybody was too tactful to break it to him. Not so a visiting Rev Ian Paisley: "What the blazes is that smell? Is it you?" That sorted it. Stories of people blissfully unaware of their bad smells, bad manners and foghorn voices.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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Makes you a very boringdinner guest though.
Could somebody pas the foi gras and rocket ketchup please?
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I think Arabella has got the rocket ketchupShe was using it on the langoustines a moment ago.
Top up of organic Chablis?
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Very kind of you to offerbut Daisy is breastfeeding Tarquin at the moment, and can't drink. I am of course abstaining in sympathy.
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Oi! Don't keep the bottle all to yourself over there, pass it down the table.(, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 15:51, closed)
Sorry old chapThought you were on the Malaysian wheat beer
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I was, but it's... er... all gone... Any more of those oysters in spam sauce. The cat fucking loves those. Oi! Marcella! You're tits are looking great in that dress. Eh? What dear?
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All goneI can offer you a Moules Mariniere Pringle...
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It's there, next tothe Skips a l'orange.
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ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz.....(Head on table with spoon up nose and hand down trousers)
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Whose?(, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 23:51, closed)
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