..... with another person when you've been stone cold sober? I can think of a few 'strangers' who I've been mad at over the years and have been quite happy to attack. There was a punter I threw out of a club who spat at me, an internationally known celebrity who scratched serious gouges in my face and a Mag I encountered at the Sunderland - Gillingham game in 1987. But, I have to say, none of them have wound me up more than some of the lasses I've been with. Is there some kind of training course they go on ..... or is it just hormonal?
I will answer this properly when I have finally calmed down after your performance at my wedding, you drunken ****bag, just as well Cathy was there to drag you out of the wheelie bin you wobbly dick. Them ****ing ducks won't want to hear about this behaviour so I hope you have pulled yourself together you ****ing cow dung licker.. hmmm
Arseholes who stay in the middle lane of the M4 with no intention of changing lane regardless of traffic #ROADRAGE
Whistling tips me over the edge. Especially when your stood in a queue and some pricks stood whistling creating needless noise that everybody else has to listen to. Ive come close to exploding a few times.
I've never experienced the world you lived in Smug. I've seen it but never been a part of it. Been through too much emotional **** as a kid so now, real time, I'm just chilled as ****! The only one on the planet who really boiled my piss was my ex. She almost put me over the edge! But time forgives anger and offers perspective. As long as she burns in hell I'm cool with wherever I end up
When a group of lasses at the bar f*ck about and order their drinks singly. Have a kitty ya c*nts, order the drinks n f*ck off out of the way.
Above everything the thing/person that pishes me off most is my ex. Suprising how after 10 years you think you know someone and then they show their true colours.
I was once obliged to bring my brother's mate, a Sunderland supporter, to a home game. We were in the Victory until 2.30 and popped into the Wheatsheaf for the 'last pint'. It was rammed and we got to the bar with 20 minutes to kick off. I asked for 5 pints of lager and he said he didn't want one, So he asks the tattooed skinhead barman, "Which locally brewed beers would you recommend." He just ignored him and poured 5 pints of lager
Generally takes a lot to rile me but honest to god going to put someones tyres out one day for that, it'll be 20 years down the line when my kids have moved out and i'll spend a day camped out just causing criminal damage on the ****ers. Maybe if we all just agreed that it's an acceptable punishment then people will stop parking in them. Just this morning I went to the supermarket with my three kids (6 years, 4 years, 9 months old) and had to park a chunk of rows back only to see a guy going back to his car from the cash machine who had used the parent and child spot presumably because it was closest - there were no kids in the car. I made a comment but can't really say what I want to say as the very nature of me being annoyed is that I've got my kids with me. It isn't just the closeness to the shop (and not having to go past traffic) it getting a ****ing car seat out when I've had to park in a normal space.
Was trying to hoover recently and the wife was having a bit of a nag. She's partial to a good nag. The hoover wasn't moving properly on the wooden floor, I was getting over heated, sweaty, my shirt was beggining to feel like it didn't fit properly and the wife was still nagging. Eventually I threw the vaccum down, ripped the shirt off my back and bootedte hoover as hard as I could. ****ing wrecked my foot.
Just drive one of them trolleys with a kiddiecar attached to the front, right into their motor. I hate these lazy, inconsiderate ****ers. My wife has to drag me in the shops, as I stand by the cars I sense have drivers with no kids, waiting to give some ****er verbals. I'm surprised I haven't done worse.
I'm attending yet another one of the lads funerals from work, on Tuesday. It's a suicide epidemic in the place, they are nowt but horrible stressful twats. So yeah, I'm really ****ing narked about that. Good lads are dying and it's even got me feeling a bit **** and guilty that I didn't join them, because I should have.
