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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So your story is that this place is overrun by simpering shut-ins in plastic white knight outfits, zany-tie-wearing dullwits who wouldn't know an anecdote if it ran them down with a Honda Accord,
and keening whimperers who are still wearing soiled butthurt nappies from primary school bullying?
( , Thu 6 Dec 2012, 8:14, 1 reply)
and keening whimperers who are still wearing soiled butthurt nappies from primary school bullying?
( , Thu 6 Dec 2012, 8:14, 1 reply)
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