People at work annoy me. I'm surrounded by ****ing idiots for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. What kills me in here is listening to womens 'small talk'. One women - "aw I just don't know if this diet will work" The next - "you should see my mother, the weight is falling off her at the moment, but that's right enough because she's eating more than ever" I honestly felt like kicking them in the face
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A **** in my office is in his fifties, and asks our boss how to do EVERY. ****IN'.JOB.THE.BOSS.GIVES.HIM. WHAT DO YOU GET PAID FOR YOU CUNNNT!
There's nothing more delusional than a woman talking about her new miracle diet. I remember listening to a fat bint in work explain to me how she was going to lose several pounds a week by having some negative calorie soup for lunch every day. After I tried to explain to her the basic arithmetic behind weight loss and how calories work, she didn't talk to me again socially for weeks.
She needed the truth They're just kidding themselves on. Every day they complain about their weight and think that cutting out a Curly Wurly every day will sort it! NAW! Get off your obese arse and do some exercise you fat ****er!!!
I'm with you on that one, pal. There's nothing worse than collar and hip bones jutting out, and when you can see their sternum and ribs showing through between their ****ty little tits Lone Ranger I think. There are loads of ****ers at my work, but they're good for taking the piss out of, so I wouldn't be without them.
Lone ranger What a guy, haven't seem him on here in ages! He's probably away shagging some pregnant burd and fulfiiiling his fantasies
There's some right moany old bints in my place - and they all think they are the cleevrest people in the wolrd. One Aussie cow is particularly annoying - I really wish her ancestors had all perished at Galipoli as it would mean I wouldn't have her in my ****ing earole all day long.
"same in here. it's embarrassing. he tries to ask us stuff about engineering. he's chartered" You couldn't mark this ****'s neck with a blowtorch. Getting paid under false pretences. He was a fitter - pretending to be an engineer. What an utter ****.
the people at my work are all farmer types so they spend the whole time talking about clay pigeon shooting and chickens.
Bloody farmer types. I was at a barn dance type do up near Falkirk one time. In winter. In a barn. In Scotland. ****in freezin. Plenty of booze though. Anyhoo, one of the farmer's daughters took a shine to me to which I politely declined. As the evening progressed she continued to annoy me and I was getting drunker so I eventually told her in fairly blatant terms why I wasn't gonny shag her. I managed to get away with only a mild concussion. Which was lucky.
Been there. Managed to start a mass brawl at one such event in deepest, darkest Ayrshire and walked away with just a small cut above my eye and a broken finger. It was in the local paper. I was so proud.
