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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I was a wimbledon ball boy in my youthAnd Bjorn Borg let me keep the ball he used to play his last unanswered serve when he won his fifth consecutive singles title. Even autographed it for me.
Many collectors of memorabilia have tried to tempt me into parting with it over the years, but I always tell them, NO SELL FOR WIN ACE.
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The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 15:19,
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Bloody hell.You got me.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 15:36,
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