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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This! I live in a busy student area in Cardiff and the fuckers are always blocking the pavements chatting away while I try to push past them.
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I notice them alright.I sometimes simply stop dead and force them to go around me.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 15:03,
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you live in cathays, i am stalking you.(
The Doveston haunted by the memory of his own amnesia, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 15:19,
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*Gets the Fear*(, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 18:21, closed)
Get a decent buggy with off-road wheels,and crush the fuckers. Strollers are a waste of time, but something like a Mountain Buggy is good and heavy, with a sturdy metal frame and some vicious edges.
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monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 16:09,
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