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.
Suggested by Ding Dong Montily on High
( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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In all seriousness though....
...imagine how unlucky you'd have to be to buy a sofa from them on the one day a year they DON'T have a sale on!
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...imagine how unlucky you'd have to be to buy a sofa from them on the one day a year they DON'T have a sale on!
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Revisiting a previous QOTW
A cr@p claim to fame of mine is that my brother was once engaged to the woman on the SCS adverts.
( , Fri 30 Nov 2012, 17:51, closed)
A cr@p claim to fame of mine is that my brother was once engaged to the woman on the SCS adverts.
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