I know the type.Buble ... I really have an unhealthy dislike for him as I believe he’s quite a nice chap.
Irritating as ****
I know the type.Buble ... I really have an unhealthy dislike for him as I believe he’s quite a nice chap.
One of my favourite lines from Catch 22I know the type.
Irritating as ****
Buble ... I really have an unhealthy dislike for him as I believe he’s quite a nice chap.
I know the type.
Irritating as ****
I know the type.
Irritating as ****
This is the least Christmassy Christmas thread ever
I've just hacked my way round Sainsbury's and parted company with over two hundred ****ing notes.
I've been assaulted by many people of every different creed, colour and race in an extended game of trolley wars I didn't wish to take part in, but got dragged into against my will, nonetheless.
I've been hissed at by harridens, glowered at by galoots, and ignored by idiots.
Then I've got home, unpacked and the Missus has pointed out that I've forgotten to buy any sodding scones.
You've bought jam and clotted cream. How do you not think to buy the scones? she politely asked - in the voice she uses for slaying dragons.
So I'm away back out again.
It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
Missouri wine? Nah, show me...I'll be cooking a Christmas goose and a prime rib, to be downed with something none of you have ever seen. No, not letters of transit signed by General de Gaulle, but Missouri wine. Mmmmmmm!
I've just hacked my way round Sainsbury's and parted company with over two hundred ****ing notes.
I've been assaulted by many people of every different creed, colour and race in an extended game of trolley wars I didn't wish to take part in, but got dragged into against my will, nonetheless.
I've been hissed at by harridens, glowered at by galoots, and ignored by idiots.
Then I've got home, unpacked and the Missus has pointed out that I've forgotten to buy any sodding scones.
You've bought jam and clotted cream. How do you not think to buy the scones? she politely asked - in the voice she uses for slaying dragons.
So I'm away back out again.
It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.

Stupidly tried to do some shopping in Asda today , spent an hour getting more and more angry , then when the self service machine kept being a dick about unrecognised items in the bagging area, I spat my dummy out and left all my items on the conveyor and returned to the car empty handed , if you were one of the people in the que behind me , soz about that![]()
She didn't mean it unless she said it with her arms crossed Ernie.... if she was tapping her foot at the same time, you get there and there are non left, can I just say its been a pleasure reading your posts...I've just hacked my way round Sainsbury's and parted company with over two hundred ****ing notes.
I've been assaulted by many people of every different creed, colour and race in an extended game of trolley wars I didn't wish to take part in, but got dragged into against my will, nonetheless.
I've been hissed at by harridens, glowered at by galoots, and ignored by idiots.
Then I've got home, unpacked and the Missus has pointed out that I've forgotten to buy any sodding scones.
You've bought jam and clotted cream. How do you not think to buy the scones? she politely asked - in the voice she uses for slaying dragons.
So I'm away back out again.
It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
Poetry in Motion. !!I've just hacked my way round Sainsbury's and parted company with over two hundred ****ing notes.
I've been assaulted by many people of every different creed, colour and race in an extended game of trolley wars I didn't wish to take part in, but got dragged into against my will, nonetheless.
I've been hissed at by harridens, glowered at by galoots, and ignored by idiots.
Then I've got home, unpacked and the Missus has pointed out that I've forgotten to buy any sodding scones.
You've bought jam and clotted cream. How do you not think to buy the scones? she politely asked - in the voice she uses for slaying dragons.
So I'm away back out again.
It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
I've just hacked my way round Sainsbury's and parted company with over two hundred ****ing notes.
I've been assaulted by many people of every different creed, colour and race in an extended game of trolley wars I didn't wish to take part in, but got dragged into against my will, nonetheless.
I've been hissed at by harridens, glowered at by galoots, and ignored by idiots.
Then I've got home, unpacked and the Missus has pointed out that I've forgotten to buy any sodding scones.
You've bought jam and clotted cream. How do you not think to buy the scones? she politely asked - in the voice she uses for slaying dragons.
So I'm away back out again.
It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
Date and walnutI'm sorry for your loss, though why your beloved was not baking you perfect date and walnut scones on your return I am baffled, unless you arrived home to early and ...
Date and walnut
Very nice
Cheese ones are ****eKinnell.
The worst of all possible fruits (so bad that you have to fanny on with it big time in order to make it edible) and the worst of all possible nuts, in the same scone.
It's like a bun made by Fred West and Harold Shipman.
Cheese, plain or a few good quality sultanas.
Nothing else.
****ing heathens.