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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If I remember rightly,
you look like how I think I look (if that makes any sense), thus this would be the sexiest bumming ever, as I'd get to sex (or be sexed by) myself.
Excuse me, I must go for a lay down.
( , Mon 3 Dec 2012, 15:47, 1 reply)
you look like how I think I look (if that makes any sense), thus this would be the sexiest bumming ever, as I'd get to sex (or be sexed by) myself.
Excuse me, I must go for a lay down.
( , Mon 3 Dec 2012, 15:47, 1 reply)
I look like Shirley Temple being fucked by a bear.
Is that how you think you look?
( , Mon 3 Dec 2012, 19:04, closed)
Is that how you think you look?
( , Mon 3 Dec 2012, 19:04, closed)
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