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.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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I've been wondering if you'd ever actually attempt to mash out a fully formed sentence, rather than your usual grab-bag of unimaginative swears. So, well done for that, even if the result was a little dull and unimpressive. I would suggest, if this part of the website upsets you so very much, you have a little sit down, or go outside for a walk, or perhaps just restrict your viewing to parts of the site that make you feel more comfortable; you're not obliged to be here, railing against everything you perceive as a crime against literature like a futile, nerdy vigilante.
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Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Thu 6 Dec 2012, 10:13,
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