You know what really grinds my gears?

Started by corn02, June 02, 2007, 03:41:22 PM

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SidelineKick

Quote from: downgirl on November 20, 2008, 03:01:28 AM
Youse are some craic lads!! 

Anyways what grinds my gears....not cheap alcohol (compared to Northern prices), going to the bother of organising a class party and then only half the class turning up  >:( and waiting in the queue for forever for food after coming out of the club.  Grrr!!

Dear then??

Wasn't that class if harldy anybody turned up  :D


Blisters on my feet grind my gears!!
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Square Ball

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Minder

An ill bred bastard of a forum administrator i have been contacting as i have had a problem with my account.
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ziggysego

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Puckoon

you are dead right Noel, especially when a previous daily publication dedicated itself to publishing her baps out every other day! The worlds gone mad!

Puckoon

Ziggy, don't forget that if it wasn't for the lunatics of this world, some of us wouldn't have the good fortune to appear so comparatively normal.

The Real Laoislad

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ziggysego

Some loony from California wants me to kill Kian from Westlife LL.
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The Real Laoislad

Quote from: ziggysego on November 21, 2008, 03:18:01 PM
Some loony from California wants me to kill Kian from Westlife LL.

Is he the gay one ?
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ziggysego

Quote from: The Real Laoislad on November 21, 2008, 03:18:39 PM
Quote from: ziggysego on November 21, 2008, 03:18:01 PM
Some loony from California wants me to kill Kian from Westlife LL.

Is he the gay one ?

No. She told me he's marrying some doll off Hollyoaks.
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full back

Cyclists....f**king cyclists do my head in >:(

SidelineKick

Quote from: full back on November 24, 2008, 04:22:50 PM
Cyclists....f**king cyclists do my head in >:(

Especially the city slicker ones who cycle on the pavement and near knock people down.  Complete tools.
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Canalman

Idiotic "World Records" such as things like the longest conga line, longest line of people in 3 legged race, most people listening to Abba while hoola hooping etc.......you get my drift.
Always reported on the news and on the papers, so what!!!!!!!

Also can't stand people who throw cigarette butts on the ground. Skanky knuckledraggers one and all.

full back

Its the ones on the road that do my head in
Zooming in & out of traffic, ignoring lights when it suits them, driving in the middle of the road making it impossible to drive around them
And if you hit one of them they would be screaming blue murder & phoning the solicitor in the back of the f**king ambulance

Hardy

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Dog shite. On your shoe. Trying to wipe it off when here's nothing around only tarmac and people cross the road as you paw the ground like a bull and go "fuckin f**k f**k b**tard fuckin f**k". You finally get enough scraped off all the flat parts to be able to get into the car without painting dog shite all over the floor of it, but all the little creases and crevices are now packed with compacted dog shite. You get home and take off the shoe and leave it outside the back door and go in and put on an odd shoe. Then you find that the toothbrush you used the last time this happened, that you hoped would still be in the garage, is gone (of course - you hardly kept it after that) and you're not about to write off the only toothbrush you have now because it's an electric one - stupid f***in electric toothbrush - who needs a f'n electric toothbrush anyway? So you settle for cotton buds. You pour Domestos over the sole of the shoe and start poking shite out of the grooves with the cotton bud. Then the plastic stem of it gives and now you have shite on your finger. F**k, fuckin b**tard f**k. So you try a new strategy and set the hose to the jet setting and hose down your finger and then you turn it on the upside-down shoe, only to get a faceful of backsplash. Fuckin hoorin f**k. So you kick the shoe into the bushes and throw the hose over the hedge and head back into the house to get a shower and dump your clothes in the wash, because you don't know now which bits of them have specs of liquefied dogshite on them and her indoors says "why are you wearing odd shoes and cursing in the garden?"

And all because some miserable hoor lets his dog shite anywhere it feels like it. My only consolation is planning to find him (can they do DNA analysis on dogshite?), kick his arse down the road to the pile of dogshite that has my footprint in it and rub his nose in it.