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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don't be absurd, if he was it'd be all
'What do you mean, you have an okcupid account?'
'...why does the profile photo appear to be a dodgey homosexual painter and decorator?'
'Oh god... oh god what the hell are you doing with optimus all the way up there? I don't care if his shoulders are stuck and it hurts'
'I'm taking the kids and I'm leaving'
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'What do you mean, you have an okcupid account?'
'...why does the profile photo appear to be a dodgey homosexual painter and decorator?'
'Oh god... oh god what the hell are you doing with optimus all the way up there? I don't care if his shoulders are stuck and it hurts'
'I'm taking the kids and I'm leaving'
( , Fri 30 Nov 2012, 22:17, closed)
i'm gonna take a dozen dulcolax
Cos right now I don't give a shit
( , Fri 30 Nov 2012, 22:22, closed)
Cos right now I don't give a shit
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