My mrs![]()
My mrs![]()
Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
My mrs
Partners don't count...this thread would be the longest ever recorded in the history of thread-dom!![]()
Yep! Although the elderly get a special 'that will be me one day' and 'that could be my mother' get out of jail free card there.
It's the younger generation that don't have the restrictions of arthritis or a new hip replacement to work around that get on my nerves doing it, it's just pure thoughtlessness on their half and/or perhaps ignorance for the needs of others.
On a related note:
I really dislike the way that petrol stations are all mini-markets now. There i am sitting in my works van tired and waiting for them to return to their vehicles so i can get home and they're in there half an hour doing their weekly shopping...grrrrrr...and then to compound matters, when they return, they sit there in their cars for another half an hour before starting the engine checking their receipt, setting the radio, patting their hair down and getting comfortable
...anddddd breath *phew*![]()
The mind is like a parachute, it doesn't work unless it's open. An 'ism' is purely the mess left behind when it hits the ground.
The mind is like a parachute, it doesn't work unless it's open. An 'ism' is purely the mess left behind when it hits the ground.
A similar story involving my Dad.
We were going up to Grimsby for a family funeral. The journey there, perfect. We got to the meeting point no problem. Then the journey to the crematourium. It was like a white knuckle ride. None of us knew the way to the place so we followed the other cars. Through Grimsby. At rush hour. Catching all the lights as they changed to red.
Got to the crem, got inside and a thousand pairs of eyes stared at us. All his workmates and friends. "Who are you" we were asked. Dad just looked at them, blank expression on his face. "FAMILY" I growled.
Got to the wake afterwards. Got into this big function room, again the eyes were on us and my dad disappeared into the crowd leaving me alone, in front of a load of people glaring at me.
I wished at that moment for a power cut so that I could get out of there.
CHAVS!
I mean wtf!? Why do you have to play your (crappy) music on the back on public transport so everyone has to listen to it, We don't want to, if we did we'd ask you to turn it up even louder than it already is, wouldn't we? Atention seeking much?
Then they are so insecure about how they look that they have to give fellow rockers a good kick in now and again and call them "gay" due to having long hair? what the hell?
Also NO I DON'T HAVE 20 ****ING PENCE, STOP ASKING!
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