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.
Suggested by Ding Dong Montily on High
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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As an attempt to perhaps get QOTW back on track - have a pea of the opposite of self-awareness - a text I had the opportunity to send to friends recently while on the tube:"I am sitting opposite the very definition of a 'Fuck-Haired Twat-About-Town'. He has a big Elvis quiff, Buddy Holly glasses, a blue naval jacket, pink pedal pusher trousers, and "Vegetarian Shoes" leather-effect sandals. He is playing on a music-making programme on his iPad (Bose headphones) - I know this because he's sitting at an angle and leaning that far forward that we can all see it."
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 11:52,
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I don't get this pun.(
tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 11:54,
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MAN RIDES TUBE TRAINWears clothes, uses iPad, has hair
Talk about a slow news day.
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monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 13:30,
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So your story is "there are pricks in London"?(
BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 13:36,
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Hahahahahaha(
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 14:09,
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