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I warn you ahead of this post, I am in a foul mood.
Had a headache that has lasted all day and nothing is shifting it.
So what is bugging me?
Stupid, pikey kids knocking on doors "Penny for the guy".
What? You want me to give you money because you knocked on my door? Yeah right, be damn glad it's agains the law to snatch you and beat you stupid with furniture, you dirty-faced illiterate chimps.
Lying record label buttmonkeys. "I believe in you guys, this is why I want to do something for you".
This is from a Greek guy that matches every single stereo-type you can imagine for a dodgy, wide-boy businessman in Camden. Well guess what Zorba? You ain't getting a single penny or agreement from us, so go sit in your tiny office and try to con another band that is less gullible than us.
Stupid, overweight, caveman ape-creature with 4 cars that only he drives, clogging up the parking spaces near my house.
Get a goddamn job and then you'd be out using those souped-up phallic-extensions. Stop beating your dirty-haired, always pregnant girlfriend, stick a muzzle on your mastiff and read a book, you knuckle-walking, mouthbreathing
milker-of-bulls.
People that can't programme video-recorders for a programme that I want to watch, yet can manage it to tape waste-of-time soap operas to stultify in front of whilst stuffing faces with chocolate.
Pig-ignorant shop assistants that feel the need to take it out on me with crap service because they're bitter that they're stuck in a dead-end job at 50.
It's not my fault you failed in your life, try doing your job with what little dignity you still possess somewhere in that clip-on tie wearing existence you suffocate in.
Idiot Essex Boy drivers in Novas and Renaults because they can't afford the insurance on anything else.
Why is it I can drive about in London quite happily, yet the moment I cross into Essex, I am tailgated by sovereign-ring wearing monkeys with that stupid wet-look crop and neon all over their cars?
Here's a tip: We can still tell it's a Fiesta from the shape, doesn't matter if you take the badge off, you mono-syllabic spastics.
(And why are they so mean and moody, until you stop in the middle of the road and walk back to their car, trying to yank them out their door whilst they shout and try to drive away? If you're going to act tough in a car, don't bottle out when the driver in front gets out and starts on you. Wimp)
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There. I feel better for ranting, I am usually nice and polite, but I have had it today.
Absolute sheet of a headache, constantly, and insomnia strikes again.
I'm off to play GTA3 and annihalate anyone that crosses my path.
Had a headache that has lasted all day and nothing is shifting it.
So what is bugging me?
Stupid, pikey kids knocking on doors "Penny for the guy".
What? You want me to give you money because you knocked on my door? Yeah right, be damn glad it's agains the law to snatch you and beat you stupid with furniture, you dirty-faced illiterate chimps.
Lying record label buttmonkeys. "I believe in you guys, this is why I want to do something for you".
This is from a Greek guy that matches every single stereo-type you can imagine for a dodgy, wide-boy businessman in Camden. Well guess what Zorba? You ain't getting a single penny or agreement from us, so go sit in your tiny office and try to con another band that is less gullible than us.
Stupid, overweight, caveman ape-creature with 4 cars that only he drives, clogging up the parking spaces near my house.
Get a goddamn job and then you'd be out using those souped-up phallic-extensions. Stop beating your dirty-haired, always pregnant girlfriend, stick a muzzle on your mastiff and read a book, you knuckle-walking, mouthbreathing
milker-of-bulls.
People that can't programme video-recorders for a programme that I want to watch, yet can manage it to tape waste-of-time soap operas to stultify in front of whilst stuffing faces with chocolate.
Pig-ignorant shop assistants that feel the need to take it out on me with crap service because they're bitter that they're stuck in a dead-end job at 50.
It's not my fault you failed in your life, try doing your job with what little dignity you still possess somewhere in that clip-on tie wearing existence you suffocate in.
Idiot Essex Boy drivers in Novas and Renaults because they can't afford the insurance on anything else.
Why is it I can drive about in London quite happily, yet the moment I cross into Essex, I am tailgated by sovereign-ring wearing monkeys with that stupid wet-look crop and neon all over their cars?
Here's a tip: We can still tell it's a Fiesta from the shape, doesn't matter if you take the badge off, you mono-syllabic spastics.
(And why are they so mean and moody, until you stop in the middle of the road and walk back to their car, trying to yank them out their door whilst they shout and try to drive away? If you're going to act tough in a car, don't bottle out when the driver in front gets out and starts on you. Wimp)
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There. I feel better for ranting, I am usually nice and polite, but I have had it today.
Absolute sheet of a headache, constantly, and insomnia strikes again.
I'm off to play GTA3 and annihalate anyone that crosses my path.
For a great halloween greeting go to
http://www.flamjam.com/halloween/
funny topic there goaty : )
http://www.flamjam.com/halloween/
funny topic there goaty : )
Me and my father were driving home, and we were going through a green traffic light when about 7 19-year-olds, all stuffed in one tiny car, zoomed right across us, going through a red light.
My dad followed, got real close beind them so they turned around, and he then waved at them sarcastically. Brilliant stuff. :D
My dad followed, got real close beind them so they turned around, and he then waved at them sarcastically. Brilliant stuff. :D
Why? Always when you have a bad mood some little punk makes you even more angry.
Trick or treaters?
Bloody hell, some even came round with their parents.
Ok A little story... Well. I was just about to answer the door and shout "Fu.. Off!!" When I noticed a bloke there.
Damn Dirty Parents :o)
Trick or treaters?
Bloody hell, some even came round with their parents.
Ok A little story... Well. I was just about to answer the door and shout "Fu.. Off!!" When I noticed a bloke there.
Damn Dirty Parents :o)
lol! Top rant, GB!
Gaming Guy wrote:
> Were people knocking on your door for Trick Or Treat
Don't get me started on Trick or Treat!
We had sprogs knockin on our door for FIVE CONSECUTIVE NIGHTS, the 5th night being Halloween itself!
Halloween is only ONE night!
Sweets had been bought (not by me!) and had all gone on the 3rd night.
On the 4th night, a group knock. "Sorry, they've all gone."
Sprog: "Will you have any more tomorrow? Cos it's Halloween tomorrow."
Excuse me?
Yes, of course we're going to buy more because you and your greedy mates have been draining the supply for the last three night. NO THERE WON'T BE ANY MORE, NOW GO FORTH AND MULTIPLY!
Fortunately for them, we live in a smokeless zone, so we can't make a bonfire out of them.
> Were people knocking on your door for Trick Or Treat
Don't get me started on Trick or Treat!
We had sprogs knockin on our door for FIVE CONSECUTIVE NIGHTS, the 5th night being Halloween itself!
Halloween is only ONE night!
Sweets had been bought (not by me!) and had all gone on the 3rd night.
On the 4th night, a group knock. "Sorry, they've all gone."
Sprog: "Will you have any more tomorrow? Cos it's Halloween tomorrow."
Excuse me?
Yes, of course we're going to buy more because you and your greedy mates have been draining the supply for the last three night. NO THERE WON'T BE ANY MORE, NOW GO FORTH AND MULTIPLY!
Fortunately for them, we live in a smokeless zone, so we can't make a bonfire out of them.
On the subject of headaches that won't shift, I've had quite a few of those lately.
I was off work, feeling really dizzy, a few weeks back, and I'm still not really over it, and keep getting these damn headaches. Only sleep seems to shift them, but I'm too busy to sleep.
They're not too bad, just constantly there, and really draining.
Damn dirty headaches.
I was off work, feeling really dizzy, a few weeks back, and I'm still not really over it, and keep getting these damn headaches. Only sleep seems to shift them, but I'm too busy to sleep.
They're not too bad, just constantly there, and really draining.
Damn dirty headaches.
Heh, stupid gold-jewellry wearing strokers. They're starting earlier now, I have many in my school. It's easy to mock them - I just ask them what they got in GCSE's and then utter a hollow laugh and walk away shaking my head. Naturally, they all come from Milton Keynes, that urban hellhole where the people see grass as some sort of vermin and clean air as something you find , y'know, in the mountains or something. And me, living in the countryside, am automatically a farmer. Stupid gits.
Goatboy wrote:
It's Ok Goatboy, you need to take out your anger somewhere, so why not take it out here, eh?
Were people knocking on your door for Trick Or Treat - or was it for charity or something? I just would have looked out of my window and seen who it was and not answer the door. I really need a peephole!
Sorry to hear about the music mate. I knew that you were into music and wanted a career in it, so that must have hurt you. All of them are like that - that guy isn't the only one.
About the video recorder thing, learn how to set the timer mate! I'm 13 and I've been setting the timer myself since I was 8 or 9, thanks to my dad who knows everything about video, TV and electrics!
True, it's not fair that the shop keepers take out their bitterness on you. It's not your fault that they have a possible poor education. Nor is it your fault that they're stuck with a crap job.
The last one is strange. I live in Essex and I (well, my dad) has never had any problems with people in Essex. Ok, the grease-monkeys is excusable. One of the town center's in Essex is home to hundreds of Greebos and Goths.
Well, good luck on everything Goatboy and have fun with Grand Theft Auto 3.
Thanks for reading.
Gaming Guy.
It's Ok Goatboy, you need to take out your anger somewhere, so why not take it out here, eh?
Were people knocking on your door for Trick Or Treat - or was it for charity or something? I just would have looked out of my window and seen who it was and not answer the door. I really need a peephole!
Sorry to hear about the music mate. I knew that you were into music and wanted a career in it, so that must have hurt you. All of them are like that - that guy isn't the only one.
About the video recorder thing, learn how to set the timer mate! I'm 13 and I've been setting the timer myself since I was 8 or 9, thanks to my dad who knows everything about video, TV and electrics!
True, it's not fair that the shop keepers take out their bitterness on you. It's not your fault that they have a possible poor education. Nor is it your fault that they're stuck with a crap job.
The last one is strange. I live in Essex and I (well, my dad) has never had any problems with people in Essex. Ok, the grease-monkeys is excusable. One of the town center's in Essex is home to hundreds of Greebos and Goths.
Well, good luck on everything Goatboy and have fun with Grand Theft Auto 3.
Thanks for reading.
Gaming Guy.
I warn you ahead of this post, I am in a foul mood.
Had a headache that has lasted all day and nothing is shifting it.
So what is bugging me?
Stupid, pikey kids knocking on doors "Penny for the guy".
What? You want me to give you money because you knocked on my door? Yeah right, be damn glad it's agains the law to snatch you and beat you stupid with furniture, you dirty-faced illiterate chimps.
Lying record label buttmonkeys. "I believe in you guys, this is why I want to do something for you".
This is from a Greek guy that matches every single stereo-type you can imagine for a dodgy, wide-boy businessman in Camden. Well guess what Zorba? You ain't getting a single penny or agreement from us, so go sit in your tiny office and try to con another band that is less gullible than us.
Stupid, overweight, caveman ape-creature with 4 cars that only he drives, clogging up the parking spaces near my house.
Get a goddamn job and then you'd be out using those souped-up phallic-extensions. Stop beating your dirty-haired, always pregnant girlfriend, stick a muzzle on your mastiff and read a book, you knuckle-walking, mouthbreathing
milker-of-bulls.
People that can't programme video-recorders for a programme that I want to watch, yet can manage it to tape waste-of-time soap operas to stultify in front of whilst stuffing faces with chocolate.
Pig-ignorant shop assistants that feel the need to take it out on me with crap service because they're bitter that they're stuck in a dead-end job at 50.
It's not my fault you failed in your life, try doing your job with what little dignity you still possess somewhere in that clip-on tie wearing existence you suffocate in.
Idiot Essex Boy drivers in Novas and Renaults because they can't afford the insurance on anything else.
Why is it I can drive about in London quite happily, yet the moment I cross into Essex, I am tailgated by sovereign-ring wearing monkeys with that stupid wet-look crop and neon all over their cars?
Here's a tip: We can still tell it's a Fiesta from the shape, doesn't matter if you take the badge off, you mono-syllabic spastics.
(And why are they so mean and moody, until you stop in the middle of the road and walk back to their car, trying to yank them out their door whilst they shout and try to drive away? If you're going to act tough in a car, don't bottle out when the driver in front gets out and starts on you. Wimp)
---------
There. I feel better for ranting, I am usually nice and polite, but I have had it today.
Absolute sheet of a headache, constantly, and insomnia strikes again.
I'm off to play GTA3 and annihalate anyone that crosses my path.
Had a headache that has lasted all day and nothing is shifting it.
So what is bugging me?
Stupid, pikey kids knocking on doors "Penny for the guy".
What? You want me to give you money because you knocked on my door? Yeah right, be damn glad it's agains the law to snatch you and beat you stupid with furniture, you dirty-faced illiterate chimps.
Lying record label buttmonkeys. "I believe in you guys, this is why I want to do something for you".
This is from a Greek guy that matches every single stereo-type you can imagine for a dodgy, wide-boy businessman in Camden. Well guess what Zorba? You ain't getting a single penny or agreement from us, so go sit in your tiny office and try to con another band that is less gullible than us.
Stupid, overweight, caveman ape-creature with 4 cars that only he drives, clogging up the parking spaces near my house.
Get a goddamn job and then you'd be out using those souped-up phallic-extensions. Stop beating your dirty-haired, always pregnant girlfriend, stick a muzzle on your mastiff and read a book, you knuckle-walking, mouthbreathing
milker-of-bulls.
People that can't programme video-recorders for a programme that I want to watch, yet can manage it to tape waste-of-time soap operas to stultify in front of whilst stuffing faces with chocolate.
Pig-ignorant shop assistants that feel the need to take it out on me with crap service because they're bitter that they're stuck in a dead-end job at 50.
It's not my fault you failed in your life, try doing your job with what little dignity you still possess somewhere in that clip-on tie wearing existence you suffocate in.
Idiot Essex Boy drivers in Novas and Renaults because they can't afford the insurance on anything else.
Why is it I can drive about in London quite happily, yet the moment I cross into Essex, I am tailgated by sovereign-ring wearing monkeys with that stupid wet-look crop and neon all over their cars?
Here's a tip: We can still tell it's a Fiesta from the shape, doesn't matter if you take the badge off, you mono-syllabic spastics.
(And why are they so mean and moody, until you stop in the middle of the road and walk back to their car, trying to yank them out their door whilst they shout and try to drive away? If you're going to act tough in a car, don't bottle out when the driver in front gets out and starts on you. Wimp)
---------
There. I feel better for ranting, I am usually nice and polite, but I have had it today.
Absolute sheet of a headache, constantly, and insomnia strikes again.
I'm off to play GTA3 and annihalate anyone that crosses my path.