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I have lost three different gloves so far this winter. That's annoying. What's doubly annoying is that they are all right handed ones so I can't event cobble together a makeshift pair out of their partners.3
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I told my mate that I had lost my gloves.
'What do they look like?' he said.
'Hands' I replied.12 -
Garments, mainly jackets, where the zip gets caught nearly every time you put it on (and sometimes when you take it off).3
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People dropping their guts and then says "Oh that'll be the *whatever food* I had last night"0
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Ok Arsene.thai malaysia addick said:Garments, mainly jackets, where the zip gets caught nearly every time you put it on (and sometimes when you take it off).
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Good morning Britain’s Richard Arnold, who told this prick he was funny?1
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Using your avatar to make self aggrandising political points.2
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He's like Ben Shepherds ugly little brother.buckshee said:Good morning Britain’s Richard Arnold, who told this prick he was funny?
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Sunday's. They are like trying to enjoy a last meal before execution
Days have a different atmosphere on Sunday that I have never liked. When I was a kid it meant it was car washing day (which I actually liked) but it also meant a lot of time thinking about doing homework, procrastination, worrying about the homework I hadn't done, thinking of excuses for why I hadn't done the homework.
Now it seems to be the day my missus decides to begin a row with me and ask, as I'm sitting my arse down on the sofa what I want to do today. The answer I want to give is "go to the pub, watch the football, have a couple of pints, maybe go down the pool club, and ceremonial beans on toast for dinner" All of which are not answers she wants to hear.
She is bored incidentally because the house is immaculate (by me), I've done all the laundry, dried it and put it away, and didn't fancy ripping all the decking up which was her suggestion. The argument began when I asked what the plan was once I'd pulled all the decking up. Apparently I never want to do anything.
She's now not talking to me, I'm sat on the shitter writing this bollocks about to text a mate and see if he fancies a game of pool.
At which point my wife will say we are going out and the whole charade starts again
Oh, and it's back to work tomorrow. Last meal before execution time again20 -
Millwall scoring last minute winners live on TV.1
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Read your own post, @Carter. It's not Sunday that's the issue.Carter said:Sunday's. They are like trying to enjoy a last meal before execution
Days have a different atmosphere on Sunday that I have never liked. When I was a kid it meant it was car washing day (which I actually liked) but it also meant a lot of time thinking about doing homework, procrastination, worrying about the homework I hadn't done, thinking of excuses for why I hadn't done the homework.
Now it seems to be the day my missus decides to begin a row with me and ask, as I'm sitting my arse down on the sofa what I want to do today. The answer I want to give is "go to the pub, watch the football, have a couple of pints, maybe go down the pool club, and ceremonial beans on toast for dinner" All of which are not answers she wants to hear.
She is bored incidentally because the house is immaculate (by me), I've done all the laundry, dried it and put it away, and didn't fancy ripping all the decking up which was her suggestion. The argument began when I asked what the plan was once I'd pulled all the decking up. Apparently I never want to do anything.
She's now not talking to me, I'm sat on the shitter writing this bollocks about to text a mate and see if he fancies a game of pool.
At which point my wife will say we are going out and the whole charade starts again
Oh, and it's back to work tomorrow. Last meal before execution time again5 -
Sunday bloody Sunday...Carter said:Sunday's. They are like trying to enjoy a last meal before execution
Days have a different atmosphere on Sunday that I have never liked. When I was a kid it meant it was car washing day (which I actually liked) but it also meant a lot of time thinking about doing homework, procrastination, worrying about the homework I hadn't done, thinking of excuses for why I hadn't done the homework.
Now it seems to be the day my missus decides to begin a row with me and ask, as I'm sitting my arse down on the sofa what I want to do today. The answer I want to give is "go to the pub, watch the football, have a couple of pints, maybe go down the pool club, and ceremonial beans on toast for dinner" All of which are not answers she wants to hear.
She is bored incidentally because the house is immaculate (by me), I've done all the laundry, dried it and put it away, and didn't fancy ripping all the decking up which was her suggestion. The argument began when I asked what the plan was once I'd pulled all the decking up. Apparently I never want to do anything.
She's now not talking to me, I'm sat on the shitter writing this bollocks about to text a mate and see if he fancies a game of pool.
At which point my wife will say we are going out and the whole charade starts again
Oh, and it's back to work tomorrow. Last meal before execution time again3 -
Sneak out the shitter window and fuck off down the pub mate.Carter said:Sunday's. They are like trying to enjoy a last meal before execution
Days have a different atmosphere on Sunday that I have never liked. When I was a kid it meant it was car washing day (which I actually liked) but it also meant a lot of time thinking about doing homework, procrastination, worrying about the homework I hadn't done, thinking of excuses for why I hadn't done the homework.
Now it seems to be the day my missus decides to begin a row with me and ask, as I'm sitting my arse down on the sofa what I want to do today. The answer I want to give is "go to the pub, watch the football, have a couple of pints, maybe go down the pool club, and ceremonial beans on toast for dinner" All of which are not answers she wants to hear.
She is bored incidentally because the house is immaculate (by me), I've done all the laundry, dried it and put it away, and didn't fancy ripping all the decking up which was her suggestion. The argument began when I asked what the plan was once I'd pulled all the decking up. Apparently I never want to do anything.
She's now not talking to me, I'm sat on the shitter writing this bollocks about to text a mate and see if he fancies a game of pool.
At which point my wife will say we are going out and the whole charade starts again
Oh, and it's back to work tomorrow. Last meal before execution time again1 -
Gardens don’t have windows.DaveMehmet said:
Sneak out the shitter window and fuck off down the pub mate.Carter said:Sunday's. They are like trying to enjoy a last meal before execution
Days have a different atmosphere on Sunday that I have never liked. When I was a kid it meant it was car washing day (which I actually liked) but it also meant a lot of time thinking about doing homework, procrastination, worrying about the homework I hadn't done, thinking of excuses for why I hadn't done the homework.
Now it seems to be the day my missus decides to begin a row with me and ask, as I'm sitting my arse down on the sofa what I want to do today. The answer I want to give is "go to the pub, watch the football, have a couple of pints, maybe go down the pool club, and ceremonial beans on toast for dinner" All of which are not answers she wants to hear.
She is bored incidentally because the house is immaculate (by me), I've done all the laundry, dried it and put it away, and didn't fancy ripping all the decking up which was her suggestion. The argument began when I asked what the plan was once I'd pulled all the decking up. Apparently I never want to do anything.
She's now not talking to me, I'm sat on the shitter writing this bollocks about to text a mate and see if he fancies a game of pool.
At which point my wife will say we are going out and the whole charade starts again
Oh, and it's back to work tomorrow. Last meal before execution time again
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Ask your missus if she fancies a game of pool.Carter said:Sunday's. They are like trying to enjoy a last meal before execution
Days have a different atmosphere on Sunday that I have never liked. When I was a kid it meant it was car washing day (which I actually liked) but it also meant a lot of time thinking about doing homework, procrastination, worrying about the homework I hadn't done, thinking of excuses for why I hadn't done the homework.
Now it seems to be the day my missus decides to begin a row with me and ask, as I'm sitting my arse down on the sofa what I want to do today. The answer I want to give is "go to the pub, watch the football, have a couple of pints, maybe go down the pool club, and ceremonial beans on toast for dinner" All of which are not answers she wants to hear.
She is bored incidentally because the house is immaculate (by me), I've done all the laundry, dried it and put it away, and didn't fancy ripping all the decking up which was her suggestion. The argument began when I asked what the plan was once I'd pulled all the decking up. Apparently I never want to do anything.
She's now not talking to me, I'm sat on the shitter writing this bollocks about to text a mate and see if he fancies a game of pool.
At which point my wife will say we are going out and the whole charade starts again
Oh, and it's back to work tomorrow. Last meal before execution time again0 -
I'll add, before anyone actually comes put and says I need to go to marriage counselling. I love my wife dearly, like every couple we can have some very pyrotechnic rows and the dust clears very quickly. As it has today and we are friends again
I've gone out for a few frames of pool and to chat shit with one of my pals who is also having the same Sunday dilemma
We both agreed that ripping decking up is to be done on the Saturday and taken to the tip on the Sunday as early as possible. Then time is left to have the car cleaned and be available for leisure by late lunchtime.
I've taken my frustration out on him and 7 balled him to take the score to 4-2 in my favour. We have only played for an hour and I'm more happy and he's having a paddy!
I'll play left handed when he comes back from his smoko, see if he clocks.5 -
People who continuously use your name when talking to you. I know my name, it's not that fun to say. If my name was Jean-Pierre Boateng I'd understand. It's not. It's Chris.
What's worse is the people, usually public speakers, who recount conversations others have with them where the other person uses their name constantly. So what you are saying is that you talk to fannies, and that you think they (and I) think your name is exciting. Not the case, now shut up.2 -
I agree, Chris. Very good post, Chris.McBobbin said:People who continuously use your name when talking to you. I know my name, it's not that fun to say. If my name was Jean-Pierre Boateng I'd understand. It's not. It's Chris.
What's worse is the people, usually public speakers, who recount conversations others have with them where the other person uses their name constantly. So what you are saying is that you talk to fannies, and that you think they (and I) think your name is exciting. Not the case, now shut up.6 -
DHOTYA ... :-)Carter said:
I've taken my frustration out on him and 7 balled him to take the score to 4-2 in my favour. We have only played for an hour and I'm more happy and he's having a paddy!
I'll play left handed when he comes back from his smoko, see if he clocks.1 -
You are right it didn't happen. Things slowed down finished 6-6 I tried to break left handed and it went as well as someone using their wrong hand was always going to.Addickted2TheReds said:
DHOTYA ... :-)Carter said:
I've taken my frustration out on him and 7 balled him to take the score to 4-2 in my favour. We have only played for an hour and I'm more happy and he's having a paddy!
I'll play left handed when he comes back from his smoko, see if he clocks.
The 7 balling is 100% legit we are not talking about throwing a 180 here or a 147 in snooker, get a good spread of balls and a 7 balling is more than in my capability.
Annoyingly it is also in his and he did one to me first game back. In the old days a 7 balling meant a circuit round the table with your trousers and pants round your ankles. Today it didn't thankfully.
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Luckily, I had steeled myself for such a likely responseAddickted2TheReds said:
I agree, Chris. Very good post, Chris.McBobbin said:People who continuously use your name when talking to you. I know my name, it's not that fun to say. If my name was Jean-Pierre Boateng I'd understand. It's not. It's Chris.
What's worse is the people, usually public speakers, who recount conversations others have with them where the other person uses their name constantly. So what you are saying is that you talk to fannies, and that you think they (and I) think your name is exciting. Not the case, now shut up.1 -
Would have been rude if I'd read your post and not responded in the way I did IMO. There are rules.McBobbin said:
Luckily, I had steeled myself for such a likely responseAddickted2TheReds said:
I agree, Chris. Very good post, Chris.McBobbin said:People who continuously use your name when talking to you. I know my name, it's not that fun to say. If my name was Jean-Pierre Boateng I'd understand. It's not. It's Chris.
What's worse is the people, usually public speakers, who recount conversations others have with them where the other person uses their name constantly. So what you are saying is that you talk to fannies, and that you think they (and I) think your name is exciting. Not the case, now shut up.3 -
Footballers who miss penalties!0
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People who leave leaflets under the car window wipers.
That alone is bad enough, but this morning I had a leaflets frozen fast below a thick, hard frost which thawed out to leave a right old gooey mess. Yuk!4 -
"Live your best life."
Repeated by boring trollops who waste their lives on social media, instead of going outside and actually living.5 -
It is what it is Fiish, you need to live in the moment with no regrets yeah?1
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The last Weetabix.
Why is it always 50% crumbs? You spend more time cleaning up than eating it and still find bits all over the place throughout the morning.
My wife’s going to wake up in a minute. If she finds any Weetabix residue it will have been the most underwhelming last meal in history.4
