No Self-Awareness
I 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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( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
I 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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( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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That said, great big heffers in shiny leggings do it for me.
*rubs thighs*
( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 17:07, 1 reply)
*rubs thighs*
( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 17:07, 1 reply)
You're all weird
Unless someone's got a reasonably toned body, there's nothing sexy about their wobbly flesh being wrapped in skin-tight lycra.
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Unless someone's got a reasonably toned body, there's nothing sexy about their wobbly flesh being wrapped in skin-tight lycra.
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