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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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Until, one day, when my supermodel girlfriend was sucking me off as I was driving my Ferrari through northern France, she briefly pulled my cock out of her mouth to simply remark “My, you do have a very large penis”.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2012, 10:32, 7 replies)
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He's just effortlessly lofted that one back over the bowlers head for a glorious six. Textbook. Reminiscent of Sir Vivian in his prime.
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At least your dad knows to shut up.
etc.
probably something implying you have sex with dogs, too.
While star wars is on.
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That if he had mentioned he was driving a Honda accord, I would've immediately taken the post as gospel and worshipped TMWTP as my new god...
However, the mention of a frankly inferior jamjar makes me somewhat doubt the truth of this post
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