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.
Suggested by Ding Dong Montily on High
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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You fucking, fucking, *FUCKING CUNTS* have driven me to this.Flibble flobble influential baldie musician and producer plip plop a cryptozoological inhabitant of a certain body of water in Scotland nanoo nanoo the former sometimes changes into the latter, but not fully, only to 50% -
- KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME -
Eno's half a Were-Ness
CUNTS
(, Mon 3 Dec 2012, 20:31, 3 replies)
This has something going for it.Hopefully it's that bloke with the sword who cut off that dealer's head that day when all that stuff happened. An' that.
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Infidel , shit and wrong, Mon 3 Dec 2012, 23:50,
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