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.
Suggested by Ding Dong Montily on High
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
I know nothing about Deborah Orr's husband.
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Larry Death Anger Pain Fear Aggression, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 21:02,
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That sounds blissful.
Which bit of my brain do I need to gouge out to achieve such a state of being?
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monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 21:42,
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alright MM?
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dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 22:08,
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Help me out with this chisel, and I'll be good.
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monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 10:15,
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Is he the Duke of Cambridge's midget valet?
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ubergeekian, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 21:58,
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