The miserable old bastard thread

Fuck laptops. I prefer a proper pc with a real kb and a monitor on a desk.
I think you'll find you have a real keyboard and monitor built into laptops these days seeing as you don't get foot cube screens anymore - you an always use a laptop on your desk rather than on your lap...
 
My cousins neighbour was lying on the couch and the cat was mithering him and sitting on his head. He went to poke it and the cat moved, this caused his finger to go knuckle deep up the cats arse. It never bothered him again.

I got the opposite result. Cat sits at the front door with the wife's car keys and coat in its mouth.
 
I think you'll find you have a real keyboard and monitor built into laptops these days seeing as you don't get foot cube screens anymore - you an always use a laptop on your desk rather than on your lap...

i don't like laptops. I have a tablet that I occasionally use when I'm watching telly, but otherwise I use a proper old fashioned pc.
 
Manchester airport, hate and love the place with a passion. Stopped at barrier at T1 entrance and picked up a 'token' from the machine,found parking space on level 13, the top and watched eldest offspring land, went down to arrivals, met eldest and her mate, got in lift to level 13. Sat in car and the token, which was now in my back pocket stuck in my arse....I had to pay. So down I went to the arrivals hall and followed the instructions on the paying machine leaving eldest and her mate with 2 tins of Red Bull to recupeurate. Paid 9 fucking quid, got a reciept and went back up to level 13. Got in car and drove down to the exit barrier. At this stage I didn't have my glasses so couldn't read the code on the reciept which was rather fortunate as I didn't need a code, I needed the token, which was still in the machine at arrivals. A phone call at the barrier put me through to a call centre in Mumbai and a person asked me my registration number, I told her and she informed me that it wasn't my car. Yes it fucking well is darling, I've had it for 2 years. Can you drive up to the camera at the barrier and stop so I can take a picture of the reg No, so I did. Meanwhile other cars are queueing up behind me, probably pissing themselves by now. Sorry, she replied, the machine couldn't read square reg Nos and it was in fact my car. Finally she let me out. Twats. Whatever happened to a bloke with a cap on sitting in a hut
 

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