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Freddie Woo tugged our coat and asked: Have you ever had to tell someone they had BO? Had to break dreadful news to somebody? Tell us how you broke through the cringe barrier

(, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 16:09)
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Beer soaked accidental trauma
I've been a loyal wingman to Woody ever since the days of Sixth Form. At the time of this tale, Woody had been working as a nurse in A&E and as such the nights out became ever more beer soaked and debauched, but on this fateful evening, in the depths of some dingy nightclub he needed absolutely no help whatsoever, for a lass accosted him at the bar. We were all a bit the worse for wear at this point, she was clearly just as hammered as we were.

“I know you from somewhere don’t I?” she slurred.
“You do look familiar, but I can’t place the face. Fancy a beer?”

And with that they spent the next hour getting reacquainted, drinking and flirting, so the rest of us left them to their own devices for a while. When we found them again, they were enthusiastically snogging on a grubby, booze stained sofa, in a manner that suggested that the pair of them would be doing the no pants dance before the night was out.

Sure enough, she tagged along to Woody’s place and disappeared into his room with him as I made myself comfortable on the spare room sofa and drifted off in a miasma of beer addled sleep, trying to ignore the sound of enthusiastic shagging coming from the room next door.

I was abruptly awakened at seven-ish in the morning by the sound of rapid footsteps, female sobbing and the front door closing. What the fuck was that all about?

Shaken from my hangover and on the pretext of having to visit the bathroom, I popped my head around the door of the lounge to find out what had happened and sure enough, there sat a traumatised Woody in his jeans looking as if his entire world had just caved in.

“You alright mate? What the fuck just happened?” I asked

“I thought she looked familiar...” he replied, as he scratched his head and stared at the carpet.

“Come on, spill the beans, who was it?”

“Well, last year we had bloke ambulanced in who’d been in an RTA” he said

“Yeah...” I replied

“Well, he didn't make it. I was on duty that night”.

“Oh shit. Tell me that wasn't his sister?” I asked.

“No, it’s worse. That was his girlfriend. And I was the one who broke her the bad news that night. I didn't place the face until ten minutes ago.”
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 15:27, 17 replies)
Things that go bump in the night.
I once met a couple at Perth Airport in OZ. We were all waiting for a shuttle bus into the city and ended up sitting next to each other. He was very heard of hearing with two hearing aids, and she was completely deaf- They'd met at a school in America. We discussed where we'd been backpacking and what we planned to see in Australia, that kind of thing. At one point I rather insensitively mentioned how I hadn't quite got used to sleeping in dorm rooms full of other people, and the noise kept me awake. I was informed that this wasn't an issue for them.......because they always got their own room.

We ended up staying at the same hostel that night- they got a double room and I ended up in a dorm room next to it. They were apparently separated by a very thin wall as later that night we were treated to a noise that I can't accurately describe, but try to imagine Chewbacca butchering a live sealion. It went on for what seemed like ages and the inhabitants of the dormitory became quite worried for the poor creature that was making this other-worldly howl.

The couple sat with me while we had breakfast and mentioned that they thought the strange looks they were getting were of an anti-deaf nature and felt quite upset by them. I felt really bad saying that these looks were actually based on the incredibly loud noises his girlfriend made whilst having sex. Him then turning to her and explaining the situation through sign language, and the face she made upon its realisation was something that will haunt me for a fair few years yet.

They checked out about half an hour later.
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 9:18, 8 replies)
I once had to tell someone
that they were to be made redundant due to company downsizing. It was one of our junior workers, a diligent, cheerful fellow in his mid-thirties, who had a wife and two small children to support. Everyone liked him, he was a good worker, his sick record was impeccable, and he always scored Exceeded in his annual review.

But fuck that. We were strapped for cash, so the cunt had to go, and his duties spread around other teams in the office.

I always believe the best way to deal with redundancy is to tell the affected person as soon as possible, so as to squash any rumours, and to tell it to them straight. Then let them collapse into a blubbering snot-nosed heap in front of you, and then quietly and politely extricate oneself from the meeting, and go for a power wank. I'd done it before, and I'd do it again - many times, going by our plummeting bottom line.

And so with this in mind I invited the oblivious employee for a quick 'chat.' He blanched a bit when I said this, as everyone knows that the worst thing a manager can ask of you is to come for a quick 'chat'; but I smiled and reassured him that it wouldn't take long.

He happily followed me into Meeting Room 2.2 and sat opposite me, a vague smile playing over his bland, good-guy features. I felt an erection begin to stir, and shifted in my seat as I clasped my hands on the table.

"Bill", I said [name changed obviously - it was John really], "I'm afraid I have some rather bad news for you. You will be aware that we are undergoing a period of business reorganisation at present."

I paused. All the colour had drained from Bill's face, and his eyes had widened in shock. I knew then that he knew, and that my next words were almost irrelevant.

"Due to downsizing we can no longer afford your post, so we are terminating your employment with us, so you will be made compulsorily redundant in three weeks as of today which we have a right to do according to your contract of employment."

I watched with interest as Bill sort of... melted... in front of me. First his eyes closed, tears squeezing through his eyelids. Then his mouth twisted as he emitted a choking sob of despair. His shoulders slumped and he collapsed head in hands over the table, his body racked with shuddering sobs as he wept in utter and complete despair.

Lush!

I was now fully erect, and couldn't help flicking the V's at Bill's abject carcass as it howled and squirmed before me. I then intoned in the most callous monotone I could manage: "Counselling is available for all staff affected by the downsizing. Please contact the Staff Counsellor, you will find their details on the Intranet."

I then stood up to leave, my erection making this somewhat difficult.

Bill's twisted, destroyed form writhed beneath me, and he managed to twist his gaze in my direction. "Bubleraghaghegoblublagheraaaaagh!" he said.

I shook my head sadly. "Believe me Bill this hurts me more than it hurts you. And who knows? In the current climate it could be MY head on the block next!" Like BOLLOCKING FUCKTHUNDER it would.

"Please," the victim gasped. "My family... it's Christmas... please... gluberooberaargherblaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

But I was already on my way out of the room and Bill's cries receded as I took myself off to the executive bathroom for that well-deserved power wank.

Very soundly, next to my beautiful wife, thanks for asking.
(, Mon 14 Jan 2013, 21:44, 9 replies)
As seen on TV
Are you in an office with someone whose desk is a mess of old crisp packets, and who is unpleasantly sweaty and rank? Are you all soft, Southern, poncy and embarassed about it? Then you need Bluff Yorkshireman!

Yes, Bluff Yorkshireman comes pre-programmed with guaranteed effective phrases like "Open a window in here, it stinks!", "That's the bin there, mate," and "Ey up, when did you last have a shower?"

Don't just take our word for it. Mr. AIS, of Berkshire, says "We were having all sorts of problems at our work. Then we got Bluff Yorkshireman, and bang! The ming is gone."

So get Bluff Yorkshireman today. Only £19.99. "£19.99? You can buy a house for that up north. Spoiled southern pansies."
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 9:43, 14 replies)
I don't know how to say this but...
A genuine (and tragic) story from a friend of mine.

Friend had a younger sister who was on a gap year in Africa. There was a terrible accident and she was killed. A lady policy officer was given the task of breaking the news to the family. The family kept in contact with the police officer so found out later that she was junior at the time and this was the first bit of bad news she had had to break.

Anyway, policelady drives into the drive of the parents house ready to break the news to the unsuspecting couple. An incident occurs in the dirveway leading to the following conversation being started by a very distraught policelady: "I'm [sob] terribly sorry but I have some bad news for you. Please can I come in. [Sob] I don't know where to start but I'm afraid your daughter has been involved in an accident and we've been informed that she was killed. [sob] I'm also sorry to have to say that I have just run over your cat. [Sobs uncontrollably]..."
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 10:22, 9 replies)
Yes!
I recall a situation with the Lady Mayoress. I remember the year because it was just after my triumph in the Basingstoke Players musical production of Winnie Mandela’s life story. I say triumph, there was a kerfuffle amongst the dungaree wearing coves at my decision to black-up. I thought it added an extra dimension to my Willie Whitelaw, but as they say, everyone’s a critic. Back to the point in question! It wasn’t the first time I’d met the Mayoress, of course. It was she that awarded me the first prize in the Little Amwell radish eating competition. She mentioned how much she enjoyed seeing a man masticate. The old ears let me down badly, not the first time I’ve been on a register. Where was I? Oh Yes! Winnie. Well, after my success the Players were presented to the Mayoress. As she approached it became clear from a terrible smell that the old dear had shit herself. Luckily at this point the usual fog cleared from the old noggin and I knew exactly what should be done to avoid embarrassment, and I shit me self there and then. Of course the strain brought on a massive heart attack, but an awkward conversation avoided I’m sure you’ll agree.
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 14:51, 5 replies)
Bloke who used I used to work with
ponged a bit, and since I was the only other man in the office and the women all thought it was better coming from me, I was nominated to tell him, so I found a quiet moment.

Me: 'Adam, sorry to say it, but your feet really smell bad.'
Adam: 'I think that's my trousers, actually.'
Me: 'Oh, right. Well your trousers smell bad then.'
Adam: 'Well they would, I've been wearing them for about a month.'
Me: 'Would you consider changing them, then?'
Adam: 'Alright. I'll wear a fresh pair tomorrow.'
Me: 'OK, good. Because people have noticed and there's been a few complaints from the girls. And it is fair enough, to be honest.'
Adam: 'I don't really care what the girls think. Some of them are quite bitchy.'
Me: 'In what way?'
Adam: 'They keep saying I smell.'

FFS
(, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 16:50, 6 replies)
"cs1ca, can I ask you something?"
"Wassat, Shivs?"
"Well, Tony's just called me into his office and told me that my sheer skintight little dress isn't appropriate clothing for an office. You don't think it's too bad, do you?"
"I'm not saying it's completely transparent or anything, but when the sun's at the right angle we can all see that you've had kids"

*ducks flying stapler*
(, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 18:04, Reply)
I quite like Coldplay

Whew, it's a relief to finally get that off my chest.
(, Wed 16 Jan 2013, 10:35, 33 replies)
BO on the train
I had a long train journey down South to London with the boyfriend. We got on the carriage and settled down in our reserved seats when I started to realise someone on the carriage had really bad B.O.

As it was quite a quiet train and I didn't want to offend anybody, I wasn't sure how to convey to my boyfriend that I thought we should move as it stank in here. I was sure he could smell the offending odour too. I hit upon a brainwave and thought, I'll write it on my phone and show him.

I quickly typed out 'Stinks in here. Someone has bad B.O. Shall we move carriages?' and showed him. This is the point when he said in a rather loud voice 'BO?' (pronouncing it BO as in BO' Selecta or phonetically 'Bow') 'What's BO? Who has BO?!', at which point I went bright red and slid as far as I could, down in my train seat...
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 23:18, 8 replies)
For all of my recent puns, I would like to apologise.
Sory.
Sorrry.
Soorry.

Shit, Elton John was right!
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 15:19, 4 replies)
This is a bit difficult for me...
A new girl started working in my office.

She had it all going on all over the place, pretty much a spit for Kat Dennings. As the months went by we spent more and more time with each other. Whenever we went on a work do we'd always end up sitting with each other.

Nothing was ever going to happen, I'm married to The Lovely Mrs Ring of Fire, but it doesn't do the old ego any harm. I promised myself that when the chemistry became just too much for 'Kat' to bare, I'd let her down gently.

And then it happened. We were in a bar one Friday evening, she was talking about how hard it was to find a real man and how 'the boys' in the office were harassing her.

She put her drink down, smiled and looked deep into my eyes, and said;

"That's why I like spending time with you, I know you won't try anything on."

"You're like a cuddly big brother."

Cuddly!?

CUDDLY!!!!!

The cheeky cow.
(, Sat 12 Jan 2013, 17:58, 25 replies)
Technical Acumen
A contract job in the UK turned pear-shaped for me due to a throw-away remark. I was hauled before an HR board to discuss my "racist comments" to a co-worker.

It started when one of the computer admins left and his job was posted on the internal website.

"Windows Admin role?" chirruped a girl who worked near me. "Look at the salary!! That's 4 times what I get paid. I'm going to apply."

I looked at her said:

"A Windows admin role needs a really high degree of technical knowledge - and you have the technical abilities of a chocolate biscuit. You can't even use Outlook"

She laughed - and then went to HR to charge me with racism. She was English/Indian and was about as dark as I get when I stand in front of a light bulb for an hour.


The HR interview was fun. (Aside: Why are almost all HR Harpies female?) Apparently, my crime was the use of the word "chocolate" when I described her technical skills.

"Why did you use that word?" snarls Harpy1 "Was it a reference to her Indian heritage"

"Not at all" I replied. "At the time I was eating my lunch and had chocolate digestive in my hand. I just used it to illustrate a point. The point being that my biscuit had more technical acumen than her"

Anyways. This shit went on for a couple of hours. HR wanting to fire me. My boss and his boss telling them there were being ridiculous and I was needed to finish the project I was on. Then, all was adjourned until the next day so HR could poll the people who who worked with me to see if I was a KKK member.

Late the next day I was told that all complaints were dropped.

Designated Driver - nicknamed Desi, was cap-wearing, pork-dodging, full-bearded member of our Muslim community. I'd just recommended him for promotion.

One of the girls from the support center went mental. She was one of my leper-colony, smoking mates. Indian, very dark skin and a thick accent. I'd had her and her husband over for dinner a few times.

Moral of the story is, if you have to describe someones ability and refer to a biscuit - don't use the word chocolate.

Cheers

TLDR - some bint tried to get me sacked by calling her technical ability as on par with a chocolate biscuit.
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:54, 22 replies)
Our receptionist, the lovely Sarah.
Not fat, curvy - Big DD tits and an curvy arse. but everything else was probably a size 10.

One summer she turned up in a white skin-tight summer dress which was very flattering to her figure. The staff kitchen was right by reception and I don't recall ever making so many cups of coffee for people than that day. Whenever I was in the kitchen there were also guys from other departments making brews on this day, despite them having their own kettle downstairs.

After work a few of us went for a pint and she joined us. After a few drinks I had to say something.
"Sarah, do you know that the cloth your dress is made out of has the qualities of a tea-bag and everybody can see your arse as clear as day. Lovely thong by the way."

She blushed a thousand shades of red

"But I walked all the way through town wearing that dress at lunchtime."

"Yea. I was behind you for a while. I didn't like to say anything."

Apparently she gave it away to charity the next day. This was 20 years ago and I still remind her of it whenever I bump into her.
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 11:36, 11 replies)
My cousin moved to St Mary's Church in the hollow of the white hazel near a rapid whirlpool and the Church of St Tysilio of the red cave
I find it hard to say
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 16:59, 3 replies)
Duck holocaust
I live and work in the Peoples Republic of China, for a company mostly run by ex-pats. I get on well with the general manager, as he is a Brit with a good sense of what is funny and appreciates my b3ta style humour. The engineering director however is in serious need of being less intense i.e. getting that iron rod removing from his arse and lightening the f7ck up. We have had several run ins, about his inability to take my sense of humor, to the point the GM had us in his office to tell him to get a clue (my version of events, but he didn't tell me to notch it down, yet).

One day, after I had returned from Beijing I was describing some particularly great Beijing (Peking) duck, the the stuck up one asked if it was the same place he went to? He described how it labeled each duck with a number on its wing, which corresponded to records of its rearing. "So you mean they take ducks of a selected breed, number them on the arm, and stick them in an oven? What is this restaurant? Duck Aushwitz?"

It was around this time I found out the tightly wrapped one's lack of sense of humour was possibly related to his being of German descent. Even the GM looked at me as if to say"did you really just say that to him?"
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 14:45, 21 replies)
In my last job, I worked with a bloke with horrific halitosis
My colleagues whinged for ages about it, but they didn't like him anyway, so I took their comments with a pinch of salt. Until a desk-move meant he sat next to me.
He was fine while we both sat facing our respective computer screens, but when he turned to ask me a question I'd get hit by a wall of stench, a mixture of off milk and battery acid. it was genuinely eye-watering.
After a while, I could stand it no more so one day I leant over to him, and very quietly said
'Mate, I don't to be horrible, but your breath really mings' and gave him an apologetic smile. He winced and said something about a tooth infection or something, and we went back to work.
From that day on, he brushed his teeth a few times a day at work, and everyone liked him a little bit better.
I appreciate this isn't particularly funny, but it just goes to show, sometimes a direct approach works.
(, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 21:50, 1 reply)
Yet another one starring grandmasterfluffles' mother
My mother is extremely cold, very eccentric, and loves texting. It was a combination of these factors that led to her informing me of my father's death...by text.

Thus my first reaction to news of my father's death was hysterical laughter, as in, "Pffffffffft, I can't believe she told me this BY TEXT, hahahaHAHAHAAAAAA!"

Oh dear.
(, Thu 17 Jan 2013, 11:08, 2 replies)
Not me, but I wish it had been
A work colleague, an ex-copper from Nottingham, tends to say what he thinks.

He's on a train one day and the guy sitting next to him gets out a laptop and starts looking at photos.

These start as men in tight clothes.

And progress to men in fewer clothes.

And progress to naked men with other naked men.

My colleague whispers to the guy, "Excuse me, are you sure you should be looking at that on a crowded train?".

The guy ignores him.

My colleague announces, in a VERY LOUD voice, "Hey, this guy's looking at gay porn!" just as the carriage goes quiet.

Bloke closes laptop and disappears at next stop. Job done.
(, Sun 13 Jan 2013, 20:16, 4 replies)
All I said was
that my portion of rice and peas looked a little niggardly. And then all hell broke loose
.
(, Sat 12 Jan 2013, 9:31, 10 replies)
My wife...
To put it as simply as I possibly can, for a living she hawks the hard outer bodies of dead crustaceans on the beach.
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 13:09, 4 replies)
I once had to tell someone to stay about from my bins.
That was NOT fun, trus' me.
(, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 10:13, 3 replies)
Rather the oposite
In an very small office once filled with ladies I was subjected to what could only be called radiators set to maximum and no choice of opening a window. It was roasting and despite asking for them to turn it down or open a window the temp remained a cozy 28, just right for working in.

Three days of wearing the same shirt (I fucking stank!) and I was pulled aside by a manager. and polity informed of some complaints. I said I sorry, I know, It is so embarrassing. I can't help it, I've tried everything. It's just too hot for me.

Passive protest works! Radiators down and moved to window which I could cracked open a tad.
I'm right smart me. It would have taken months of complaining and all sorts of "formal" processes other wise.
(, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 18:01, 1 reply)
Red lorry
And of course, yellow lorry
(, Sat 12 Jan 2013, 19:07, Reply)
B.O.G.O.F
i have 2 tales for you today, the first of which sees me on the receiving end.

15 years ago, i was in the habit of going to town of a weekend with ronnie, a mate of mine at the time. one saturday, he announced that he'd invited a new friend to come out with us, and we'd be picking him up on the way into town.
we arrived at this new friend's house to find him waiting outside. he hopped in the back of the car and introductions were made.
without so much as a pause, he turned to me and said "wow, aren't you fat?"
apart from the fact i could hardly deny it, it was quite refreshing to have someone say it and get it out of the way, rather than avoid the issue. so, i simply replied "yes. yes i am."
we've been best friends ever since!


about a year ago, i was shopping in asda when i spotted the poor unfortunate woman halfway down the aisle. she seemed oblivious to the people staring at her and whispering and, as not one of them had the decency to tell her, i felt it was up to me to help the poor creature.
fighting the urge to simply walk away, i approached her and said, as quietly and subtly as i could, "excuse me, you've got your skirt tucked into your knickers."
(, Sat 12 Jan 2013, 14:38, 2 replies)

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(, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 20:10, 4 replies)
In a fairly cowardly way,
When people I don't like try to add me on Facebook, I passively refuse to click 'Allow'.

I don't like you, I don't want to be your friend, I'm not sure quite why you thought we could be online friends when it was obvious we weren't going to be 'real' buddies.

Look on the bright side it might just be that I find you insufferably boring, not because I also consider you needy, mental or just fundamentally evil (EDIT) or you're just adding me so you can wilfully troll me because you reckon I just click every friend application without looking or considering and trolling is what thou wilt.

But still....get the message, huh?

EDIT I should possibly get pro-active and send them a message back saying 'LOOK JUST FUCK OFF' but I'm not a good judge of who will just wander off and bother someone else, and who will form a whole deadly revenge strategy including kidnap, organ removal, torture dungeon etc.

I will quite happily wait for them to find someone else to bother by pretending not to be home.
(, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 19:18, 6 replies)
Not quite what I expected
I had to do a death notification for the police force in anther city. The only daughter of the deceased lived in my area, and it is our practice to do these notifications in person. I was the lucky guy who got the assignment. When I knocked on the door, in full uniform, and asked her "Are you So-and-so, the daughter of Mr XYZ?" she caught on right away and asked "Is he dead?"I assumed a suitably sorrowful expression and confirmed it, whereupon she said "Thank Christ! I thought the miserable old bastard would be around forever!" Apparently no love lost between the two...
(, Thu 17 Jan 2013, 5:07, Reply)
Might as well tell my tale of saying the unsayable
(dusts off cobwebs and starts typing)

A few years ago I was stranded abroad and working to pay for my trip home. The locals were a pain in the ass, the food was pretty decent but the fact that there was some form of local conflict going on meant that I wanted to bugger off sharpish. I finally managed to get close to sorting everything when I was given one final job from one of the locals.

Simple (and like many of the things I had done before, pretty dodgy), the job was to pop over to the more lawless part of the area, pick up a package using the right codeword and bring it back to the guy who asked me to do the job. My plan was to then bugger off into the sunset and leave this dump behind. It should have been simple…if I wasn’t distracted on the way and sort of screwed up the codeword.

How the hell did he think I would manage to remember to say Klaatu verata nicto anyway? Having to fight off your evil twin and a number of mini copies of yourself can really cause a lapse in concentration.

Apologies for cobwebs, I seemed to have taken one drop of sleeping potion too many, but I’m sure I said the right words this time……
(, Tue 15 Jan 2013, 14:49, 19 replies)
Peons
It recently fell to me to tell everyone that they're getting too much money and not giving me enough money. And that they're fat and unhealthy and drink too much. I like telling people what's good for them so it didn't phase me one bit. I've even got a special face I do for it and everything. Keep up the good work b3ta.

Regards,
David Cameron
(, Mon 14 Jan 2013, 21:07, 12 replies)

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