Women who spend 10 years with me and then leave. I am setting a long term reminder for 9 years and 6 months with the next one. It takes about 4 months to get approved for a rifle, right?
When you tout tickets and sell them a minute too early and lose out on nearly one hundred pounds.
I probably have mentioned my work being an annoyance. But today trying to get teenagers up for school was pretty annoying. I donāt even have children to avoid this kind of rubbish (and childbirth). I wondered if I had done something really bad in a past life to be doing this rubbish now.
When someone posts an intriguing message on a new forum, but you donāt know who they were on the old forum.
Young adults that donāt tidy up their shit after themselves (not literally their shit, this is not a papās bollocks situation).
So outside my front door is a wonderful football pitch - well itās a communal green for the area, but I use it as my training and rehab pitch.
During the summer months, young adults descend on it to sit in feckless groups to smoke weed, drink beer and plot the downfall of the capitalist system - or whatever it is that young people do these days.
No problem.
But when they get up to leave WHATEVER they brought onto the field and consumed is simply left where it fell.
This might be fag packets, energy drink cans, cider bottles, kites, crisps, condoms, etc.
This dickhead-detritus is simply left for the wind, and veteran footballers returning from injury, to scatter hither and yon.
Having had enough of this, I confronted a group yesterday and asked them if when the left they could ātake their shit with themā. They sullenly said they would.
I played for an hour or so after which they moved from their original location - leaving the original pile of rubbish. So, when Iād finished playing, I went to where the first lot of rubbish was left, picked it up and took it over to them.
Dirty Harry-like, I told them that they had two choices.
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they put their shit in the bin before leaving or
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they allowed me to put it in the bin, after which I would be on their back all summer for any indiscretions - telling them that if I saw or smelled alcohol or weed Iād be on to the Feds*.
To my surprise they chose option 1) and as a bonus they didnāt punch me**.
* Rest assured that despite being down with the kids, I never used the term Feds.
** Yet
Do you live in 1971?
cross thread matched!
Originally posted by @KRG
Originally posted by @BTripz
Originally posted by @lifeintheslowlane
Dog owners who think theyāre being a responsible owner by picking up after their dog and hanging the bag on a tree or fence for someone to retrieve it for them. WANKERS!
Dog owners full stop.
Dogs.
What? No! How can you not like this little one? Look at those eyes.
The poor dog looks like Pap just wiped his arse with him.
Annoying forums that donāt keep me permanently logged in so I have to login specifically to like the post above.
Yeah, sorry intiniki.
Tried my best to find the Andrex labrador pup āgold standardā, but necessity forced improvisation.
After I posted I thought someone would think shit was on her head. Ah well. Still adorable.
Those eyes say, " Iāve just done a massive shit in the flower bed, just you wait until you go weeding next"
No, Intiniki, only people with a shit-fetish would post that (or ālikeā it for that matter).
Not into scatology.
Iāll have to find another one of her looking adorable to get away from all the poo talk.
Why do my kids keep making themselves drinks they donāt want??
They are grown up, surely they must know how thirsty they are?
When they bugger off home, why do I have to go around collecting up unwanted and undrunk glasses of water, squash, cups of tea etc?
Originally posted by @Intiniki
What? No! How can you not like this little one? Look at those eyes.
Small dogs are the worst, theyāre the oneās that yip agressively at you thinking theyāre hard and then run around your ankles laughing whilst your desperately try not to tread on them!
Theyāre also the one that are more prone to running at your bike when youāre cycling on a shared cycle/pedestrian path resulting in evil looks from their owners because, yeah, itās my fault your dog wants to get itself crushed under my wheels!!!
How dare you use a cycle lane!
Thereās a fat ugly lazy fuck-up of a family wanting to waddle across it like they own the fucking place, dragging their huge shopping bags of shiny tat, with their bloated sausage fingers forcing Greggsā cream buns into their chubby gobs.
BMW drivers who deliberately move over to the kerb to block you undertaking them on your bike when theyāre in stationary/slow moving traffic and then gesticulate at you that you should overtake them. This despite the fact that every other driver is moving towards the middle of the road to let your undertake them!!