Home printers. They have one fucking job, print stuff I want to print, not endless fucking test sheets every time I turn the fucker on, then refuse to print the fucking thing I wanted to fucking print in the first fucking place
Amen brother. Or Canon.
Got a wireless one when landed here. Worked fine in old apartment we moved? Nothing prints.
In apartment Mrs P_F couldnt print.
Here?
Yep works seamlessly
Mother in Law is told daily do not sign anything.
They even took her email away.
Today she was rushing in to Krakow with a friend.
Special promotion for seniors blah blah.
Sign here
Ā£1k scam
Thank fook she 1 has no money in bank house not in her name
2 is registered blind
3 Mrs P_F called the Cops on them
Ffs
Phil, have you ever watched Hitchcockās Strangers on a Train?
No reason.
Stunning sunny day, not a cloud in the sky but blustery.
Which blew a tree down in the village.
Which left us with an 8 hour power cut.
So got nothing done
Ffs
The A303 at Stonehenge.
Knock the fucking stones over and build a dual carraigeway. FFS.
Cunts!
Hey, anyone here post ā3Dā pictures on social media?
Well if you doā¦you can Fuck right off! What an irritating, useless featureā¦should be sued for fraudā¦not ā3Dā at all.
The ayatollah booking things and not telling me and then getting the arse because my ESP has failed me and I have arranged to do something else and donāt see why I should change my plans
(See her parents or my brother down the brewery)
Reinstalling Windows 10⦠actually reinstalling any OS is a pain
Jack Grealish scoring the winner for Aston Villaā¦
Actually a Little Pleasure. Gave up when they equalised & watched Bill & Tedās BogusAdveture.
Excellent
Got my bike our of the garage this morning, wandered back through to the utility room.
Bent down to pick up my cycling shoes. Sniff, whats that. Stand up - nothing. Bend down again, sniff - eurrgh. Take off trainer - fox shit all over the shoe.
Curse long and hard
Then curse even harder when i remember i have just walked through the house.
Cue 15 mins of wiping, cursing and retching
The little bastard is dead meat
Wasps. Just been stung on the neck hanging my washing out in the back garden, fucking painful. Nasty spiteful little fuckers, what is the point of them. I bet even Buddhists kill wasps.
I am often reminded of the potency of wasps by Lady Slowlane when I boast of having never been stung by one. Lady Slowlane was stung by a dead one I had previously swatted on the table in a pub garden. It lay unseen by said Lady, arse up on the table, the wasp that is. My good Lady leant on the wasp and was stung posthumously.
So of course it was your fault. I hope she didnāt cut your rations off as punishment.
When I was about 4 or 5, one of the vicious little fuckers somehow got stuck in my shorts. Stang me 9 times, the combined horrors of the pain of the stings and the embarrassment of my motherās friend having to rip my shorts off to apply the calamine have scarred me for life.
Exterminate. With Prejudice.
This explains so much
I was stung on the inside of my mouth when I was about three years old. I actually have no recollection of the incident, but apparently the wasp settled on an apple that I was eating, I took a bite of both apple and wasp, and the rest is unremembered history.
Ever since that the little fuckers have terrified me. Iāve been stung any number of times over the years, and I know full well that, while itās hardly a pleasant experience, itās mildly painful and little more than that. But thatās rational thought. As soon as a wasp comes anywhere near me rational thought flies out of the window and Iām a terrified child again.
Funny old thing, the human mind.
So you are dragging round a corpse of Lady Slow? I never watched The Walking Dead, were you in it?
Noooā¦although weāre all on a one way street without a turning circle at the end. It was the wasp that stung beyond the grave.