A gentleman, a Yorkshire gentleman I might add, approached me today wishing to know the whereabouts of a man who works at my locality, but he could not recall his name. Therefore, I asked if he could give a description of the person in question. Along with the usual; height, facial features, build, etc, he pronounced that the man he was looking for "is as bald as a badgers bo***cks." How does he know what the genitals of a badger look like? Could it be a perverse fetish or is it something ritualistic, confined to certain areas of Yorkshire?
Now, what I would like to know is: has anyone else ever come across something similar, or am I just the type of person that attracts the odd balls of our society?
I know it would be very hard to do and also very uncomfortable but I think in fairness to the friend it is only right that you do indeed tell them. I think you would have to do it in a round about way though in order for them not to take offence,.Perhaps it may be an idea to ask the person if you yourself smell and say something like you are finding it very difficult at the moment with the hot weather. Hopefully they may then ask you if they do and you could then reply well yes I suppose you do a bit really.
Our cat is called Chu Chu. We were wondering what other names cats have and if there is another Chu Chu out there. Chu Chu is pronounced as like the sound of a train choo choo.
our cat is called Marmalade, not surprisingly she's a ginger cat and is 19 this year. She is also called Marm, marmalou, minky (because her fur is so soft), minky manky (when she throws up) and various other less polite names depending on what she's done. Previous cats of ours have been called Fred, a stray who moved in on us, tabitha and her son toby, kitty, another stray who sadly had kidney disease and died. Tabitha and Toby were grey tabbies, Fred a tabby and Kitty was a tortie.
Personally, I find them quite tedious. Even the ones that have a subject which generally interests me tend to have predictable and repetitious questioning.
Well I knew that summer had started yesterday when I went to the supermarket and got stuck between a guy who I doubted had washed in at least 3 days and a woman who obviously smoked excessively and was secreteing out of her pores.
What is the worst part of summer BO that you hate. The vapour trail you get stuck in walking along the road, being queued beside someone in the supermarket where you can't get away or is it on public transport?
Personally I don't understand what is so challenging about bathing regularly with a cheap cake of soap and some cold water if need be.
Mine is BO**OCKs, although I seldom use it in anyone elses company.When I make a mistake or someone annoys me its a great expletive to use (said usually in my head)