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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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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That was one of the thoughts that struck me upon first sight of her
However, the memory of her vapid, self-absorbed, inconsequential, soul-destroyingly moronic attempt at conversation has permanently excluded her from even the most insolvent wank-bank.
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However, the memory of her vapid, self-absorbed, inconsequential, soul-destroyingly moronic attempt at conversation has permanently excluded her from even the most insolvent wank-bank.
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