People who say like during every sentence. They usually up their voice at the end of a sentence as well. "I was like so impressed with like the way he like put that presentation together and like i was literally dying for him to like succeed??"
Usually a girl. This time the one with the pram. So glad she had already been soiled.
Ed. To elaborate, being enough of an idiot that I went out last night and got ruined. And now I am a state. But somehow have to get up and write half an essay for 4pm.
People who say like during every sentence. They usually up their voice at the end of a sentence as well. "I was like so impressed with like the way he like put that presentation together and like i was literally dying for him to like succeed??"
Ed. To elaborate, being enough of an idiot that I went out last night and got ruined. And now I am a state. But somehow have to get up and write half an essay for 4pm.
What's the actual consequence if you don't write it? Not the perceived consequence, the actual consequence?
If it was me, I'd probably not bother doing it and watch telly instead. If you really think it's that important then phone them up and tell them that your house has been broken into and your laptop's been stolen. You seem like a sensible lad so I suspect you've got a pretty spotless record in terms of previous essays, attendance, etc. Now's the time to cash in, knowing that they'll definitely believe you.
Beg for an extension until next Wednesday (which means you can still spend all weekend getting pissed) and then sit back, relax for the rest of the day, maybe order a pizza. I'd probably crack open some beers, put on my England at Italia 90 DVD followed by my Play-Off Final '98 DVD and then spend the rest of the day crying drunken tears of happiness and pride. Oh Chris Waddle, shirt untucked, that shot against the inside of the post, just half an inch to the left and it probably would have bounced in, and England would have been in a World Cup final. Richard Rufus, born in Lewisham, graduate of the Charlton youth academy, soaring high to head in that equaliser, his first ever goal for the club. Oh happy, happy day.
And then your missus turns up at about 7 o'clock this evening and starts whining when she finds you slumped on the sofa, red-eyes, red-face, surrounded by tear-drenched, crinkled up tissues and wearing only your pants (because you removed all of your other clothes when Sasa saved Michael Gray's penalty).
Ed. To elaborate, being enough of an idiot that I went out last night and got ruined. And now I am a state. But somehow have to get up and write half an essay for 4pm.
What's the actual consequence if you don't write it? Not the perceived consequence, the actual consequence?
If it was me, I'd probably not bother doing it and watch telly instead. If you really think it's that important then phone them up and tell them that your house has been broken into and your laptop's been stolen. You seem like a sensible lad so I suspect you've got a pretty spotless record in terms of previous essays, attendance, etc. Now's the time to cash in, knowing that they'll definitely believe you.
Beg for an extension until next Wednesday (which means you can still spend all weekend getting pissed) and then sit back, relax for the rest of the day, maybe order a pizza. I'd probably crack open some beers, put on my England at Italia 90 DVD followed by my Play-Off Final '98 DVD and then spend the rest of the day crying drunken tears of happiness and pride. Oh Chris Waddle, shirt untucked, that shot against the inside of the post, just half an inch to the left and it probably would have bounced in, and England would have been in a World Cup final. Richard Rufus, born in Lewisham, graduate of the Charlton youth academy, soaring high to head in that equaliser, his first ever goal for the club. Oh happy, happy day.
And then your missus turns up at about 7 o'clock this evening and starts whining when she finds you slumped on the sofa, red-eyes, red-face, surrounded by tear-drenched, crinkled up tissues and wearing only your pants (because you removed all of your other clothes when Sasa saved Michael Gray's penalty).
Contender for post of the year that! Incredible. I'm now only 500 words of so I'm going for it. Not my best work but I'm beyond caring...
Waiting around in hospitals, was queen Elizabeth this morning and on the way to rheumatology took a ticket for my bloods knowing if be sent there after my appointment, was seen an hour late then had to wait over an hour for my bloods as my turn had been and gone.
It's not how busy the hospitals are or that I am questioning what they do and how they do it, it's just fecking annoying waiting about.
Pasties from 'The Pasty Shop'. They're tasty enough, but why are they always so uneatably hot and why do they fall to pieces so easily.
That's a really good shout, food that hot actually makes me angry. Always has.
My missus used to do this with takeaway food like Chinese, and to be fair to my local takeaway the food is always hot when it arrives. She has taken my plate away and stuck in in the microwave before now thinking she's doing me a favour. This would be when my back was turned or getting the knives and forks out or something. Happily she doesn't do it anymore but her mother does which seriously annoys me. Don't get me wrong I appreciate a hit meal but not so hot I can't eat it and have to let it cool down. It just defeats the object and turns sweet and sour sauce into molten lava
The expectation that we'll have a bbq for lunch because it's sunny. What a load old of hassle. Can't we just have a quick sandwich and spend the time saved doing something interesting instead.
The expectation that we'll have a bbq for lunch because it's sunny. What a load old of hassle. Can't we just have a quick sandwich and spend the time saved doing something interesting instead.
Gotta love a good bbq already had 3 this year. Only one of them got rained on!
Barista's who do not know the basic fundamentals of making a good coffee. I've not had one decent coffee in the UK.
Out of interest, what are the basic fundamentals of making a good coffee that coffee shop baristas are unaware of? I'm not taking the piss, it's a serious question, because I like a nice coffee from a coffee shop, so I'm intrigued as to what these people are doing so wrong and you were somewhat vague in your complaint!
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Usually a girl. This time the one with the pram. So glad she had already been soiled.
Ed. To elaborate, being enough of an idiot that I went out last night and got ruined. And now I am a state. But somehow have to get up and write half an essay for 4pm.
If it was me, I'd probably not bother doing it and watch telly instead. If you really think it's that important then phone them up and tell them that your house has been broken into and your laptop's been stolen. You seem like a sensible lad so I suspect you've got a pretty spotless record in terms of previous essays, attendance, etc. Now's the time to cash in, knowing that they'll definitely believe you.
Beg for an extension until next Wednesday (which means you can still spend all weekend getting pissed) and then sit back, relax for the rest of the day, maybe order a pizza. I'd probably crack open some beers, put on my England at Italia 90 DVD followed by my Play-Off Final '98 DVD and then spend the rest of the day crying drunken tears of happiness and pride. Oh Chris Waddle, shirt untucked, that shot against the inside of the post, just half an inch to the left and it probably would have bounced in, and England would have been in a World Cup final. Richard Rufus, born in Lewisham, graduate of the Charlton youth academy, soaring high to head in that equaliser, his first ever goal for the club. Oh happy, happy day.
And then your missus turns up at about 7 o'clock this evening and starts whining when she finds you slumped on the sofa, red-eyes, red-face, surrounded by tear-drenched, crinkled up tissues and wearing only your pants (because you removed all of your other clothes when Sasa saved Michael Gray's penalty).
It's not how busy the hospitals are or that I am questioning what they do and how they do it, it's just fecking annoying waiting about.
What on earth has Thunderbirds got to do with the way they operate their business?
They've already mugged off Scooby Doo, The Flintstones and Top Cat.
It's relentless and it does my head in.
Ouch, it's hurting and will hurt for days and probably get inflamed :-(
My missus used to do this with takeaway food like Chinese, and to be fair to my local takeaway the food is always hot when it arrives. She has taken my plate away and stuck in in the microwave before now thinking she's doing me a favour. This would be when my back was turned or getting the knives and forks out or something. Happily she doesn't do it anymore but her mother does which seriously annoys me. Don't get me wrong I appreciate a hit meal but not so hot I can't eat it and have to let it cool down. It just defeats the object and turns sweet and sour sauce into molten lava
Sorry Grandad Arthur
It's just near boiling water, added to beans and milk if required.
I'm not taking the piss, it's a serious question, because I like a nice coffee from a coffee shop, so I'm intrigued as to what these people are doing so wrong and you were somewhat vague in your complaint!