Johnny Mars Bar
Well-Known Member
Fuck off you wet lettucePeople who insult others by using types of food,
You're a sausage
He's a bacon
He's a gammon.
Fuck off you wet lettucePeople who insult others by using types of food,
You're a sausage
He's a bacon
He's a gammon.
Fuckin doughnutFuck off you wet lettuce
I'm a jelly and ice cream man personally.......Fuckin doughnut
It does look a bit odd, perhaps it's supposed to be cobwebs?That stupid white fluff that people put on their hedges at Halloween. Not sure what it's supposed to represent but it looks like snow.
Thing is where I live it stays up until FebruaryIt does look a bit odd, perhaps it's supposed to be cobwebs?
Anyway, not long until Nov 5th.....
Folk who start sentences with "So."So we are going out to dinner ...
Fucking epic rant.Loud obnoxious parents.
Popped into the pub now for a quiet pint after work and in comes the local yummy mummy Dryrobe brigade with their offspring in tow, shouting and bellowing at top volume (both the mums and the kids) like they're the centre of the fucking universe.
Shut your fucking cake holes you fucking **** twats.
Oh it's well and truly Dryrobe season now. Not so much yummy mummies however, more middle aged divorcees who think wearing what is essentially a towel for everyday wear is fashion.Loud obnoxious parents.
Popped into the pub now for a quiet pint after work and in comes the local yummy mummy Dryrobe brigade with their offspring in tow, shouting and bellowing at top volume (both the mums and the kids) like they're the centre of the fucking universe.
Shut your fucking cake holes you fucking **** twats.
Oh it's well and truly Dryrobe season now. Not so much yummy mummies however, more middle aged divorcees who think wearing what is essentially a towel for everyday wear is fashion.
Not to be outdone however by their male equivalents, the "I wear shorts all year round, me" crew. Sports shorts covering the top half of their legs, however up top they're wearing three layers topped off with a bubble coat because they're fuckin freezing. But determined to keep those calves on show, to demonstrate how alpha male they are.
I wish I could like this post a hundred times. I would also add, any pedestrians just walking on the pavements. I deliberately push the gates back in so the lazy so and so’s have to get out of their car to open the gates to drive in. Lazy sods.People who open their garden gates outwards on to the pavement and leave them there for wheelchair users and people pushing prams to navigate round onto the road
I wish I could like this post a hundred times. I would also add, any pedestrians just walking on the pavements. I deliberately push the gates back in so the lazy so and so’s have to get out of their car to open the gates to drive in. Lazy sods.
Plus it is dangerous for the birds as they get tangled in it and can’t get out.That stupid white fluff that people put on their hedges at Halloween. Not sure what it's supposed to represent but it looks like snow.
Look North West has more weather forecasters than the rest of the country put together I’m almost sure!!!There is a little bald Scottish bloke presenting the weather forecast on Look North West. This programme is for the people of the North West, not fucking Scotland. Don't the BBC understand anything? We want local weather presentations for local people.
Big rudeParking on corners is my bug bear, if I see a car parked on a corner and people can't get around it makes my teeth itch.
I do and always will knock on doors when I see that, busy **** I know but it's warranted in those instances.
How fucking rude do you have to be to do it?
I always trip the little fukers up when I can…..cruel I knowFucking epic rant.
The pub is obviously the worst, but they're everywhere. Why let your fucking child push the trolley in the supermarket? They've got no control and are simply getting in every bastard's way. Nobody thinks your bratty little fucker is as cute as you do. Get the little **** under control and let me go about my business.
Pretentious menu descriptions:
For instance, for lunch I had an enticing single tranche of bread, kissed by flame until its surface achieved the golden chiaroscuro of a Renaissance fresco, upon which molten curds reposed like a sunlit pastoral rendered edible.
Tasted just like cheese on toast...