
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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He watched the dark night illuminated by the strobing fire of alien shed weaponry and light up his best chum and lover, Shedulus.
"Fuck-a-doodle-do," mmps exclaimed as his cock twitched, stretching the shiny material of his 1998 Crystal Palace replica shorts. Shedulus gave him a crooked smile as he fired some Bosch AHS 50-16 hedge trimmer 500mm blade length 450W death at the evil greenhouseicons. A little bit of spunk dribbled out mmps swollen cock end.
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