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
(
Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
« Go Back
I had a midnight kebab once, and there must have been some garlic sauce leakageThe next day I wore the same pair of jeans out and about. It wasn't until late afternoon I bothered to look down and noticed I had several large crusy white stains around the fly, standing out like dog's balls.
That's my story, anyway, and I'm sticking to it
(
cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Mon 3 Dec 2012, 16:30,
6 replies)
you should have pretended it was spunk(
Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 3 Dec 2012, 16:51,
closed)
that is genius"See this baby?" *points at stains* "This is what you do to me. What do you say we go back to my place before I waste any more of it?"
I can't see any circumstance where this line would fail
(
cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Mon 3 Dec 2012, 16:58,
closed)
What about when talking to an actual baby?(
Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 3 Dec 2012, 17:15,
closed)
I'd refer to it as "daddy milk"(
cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Mon 3 Dec 2012, 18:33,
closed)
Now that's what you call premature(, Mon 3 Dec 2012, 17:29, closed)
You're a wanker?(, Tue 4 Dec 2012, 7:46, closed)
« Go Back