Grassland Blue
Well-Known Member
Baseball bat?Eh, I'm not English. Pardner.
Baseball bat?Eh, I'm not English. Pardner.
We were on a train last year from Toronto to Montreal there were 4 girls, teenage girls set adjacent to us and they drove me insane, every other word was "like" it was a train were your seat was booked so I couldn't move, I ended up having to put my headphones in as I couldn't stand it any longer, it was pure fucking torture.I know what you mean, both my daughters sound like fucking seagulls, when they start yapping because every fucking sentence starts with like, like, like, like, like fucking like.
Hahaha.Baseball bat?
They’re called Claymore’s I think ?Do they have Scottish cricket bats ?
I never press any buttons or say anything. They connect you anyway eventuallyRinging a call centre is more fucking hard work than ever these days.
Years ago it was "press 1" or "press 2" for certain departments, now they ask you to "explain in a few words the reason for your call" and you end up having to repeat yourself 3 times because they cant understand you, you end up shouting into the phone emphasising every word as clearly as possible but they still mishear you and put you through to the wrong department so you get put on hold again, you end up explaining your problem to several different people, that's if you get through and dont get kept on hold for an hour as they're "currently experiencing higher than normal call volumes" and sometimes you just end up getting cut off anyway.
Drives me fucking crazy.
How Americans are too soft to say “twat” and “****” properly. Even the most rough house Yanks you could ever find would still say “twot” and “kent”.
Which leads you to the inevitable, vomit inducing
Frikkin' or freakin'