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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It was about 20 years ago now. He's fully recovered, and now has a harem of five women for various purposes.(
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 14:05,
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See, what he really needsis a Swiss-Army Woman*. She'd have all the functions in one female form, so he wouldn't have to be carrying on with them.
*Other brands are available, but reviews indicate that a S-A W is the most durable and efficient.
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I assure you he doesn't.He has one he goes to tea with, one he has interleckshal conversations with, one he goes on holiday with, one he goes cycling with, and one he sleeps with.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 14:22,
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leatherwoman?(, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 14:24, closed)
Kinky. And useful.(, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 14:25, closed)
Like an unwound coathanger.(
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 14:25,
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