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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Bogans manage to breed everywhere unfortunately.
If you're lucky they won't be able to get their Toranas out of their own suburb without getting busted for hooning and thus stay in their own little enclave.
Sounds like you came across some young fuckwits. They sadly have managed to be entirely ignored by their middle-class parents everywhere. A bogan wouldn't understand roofies - "Just get Narelle pissed, she'll fuck anyone!"
( , Fri 30 Nov 2012, 8:45, Reply)
If you're lucky they won't be able to get their Toranas out of their own suburb without getting busted for hooning and thus stay in their own little enclave.
Sounds like you came across some young fuckwits. They sadly have managed to be entirely ignored by their middle-class parents everywhere. A bogan wouldn't understand roofies - "Just get Narelle pissed, she'll fuck anyone!"
( , Fri 30 Nov 2012, 8:45, Reply)
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