A chance to get it off your chest
Dearest beloved, why do you sit in the coldest room in the house? You turn the heating up so that everywhere else is too hot and I wind up with a headache and feeling pants. Please just turn the little heater by your side on. that's what it's there for.Your ever loving. xx
Dear right nipple, you bleeder!!!
Encouragng people to push their boundaries is a good thing. Shaming them into doing something that is beyond their capabilities and has the potential to hospitalise or kill them is downright irresponsible.
Luckily for you there were other people there who were more responsible and able to step in and put things right.
What's even more shocking is that you were boasting that last month you got two people into trouble and they had to be rescued. You might think thats a big achievement but forgive me if I'm not impressed.
You skived off work on friday cause there was a little bit of snow but how come you are able to travel up north to see the misses on Saturday? You go right past where you work and i doubt the roads were any worse than friday afternoon. Don't moan when you have to take a days holiday or lose a days pay.
Oh, i will laugh mightly if you can not drive home from manchester cause of all the new snow.
You are a tit
Train guards, access to an on board tannoy isn't a green light to talk endlessly on the journey. Please shut up.
Yes, it's snowing. Yes, I am running. So what ?
Yes, it's snowing. Yes we're still working, come in or do without pay, if I can get here so can you
Dear guest speaker,
Never have I seen someone in more need of Oxi-White than you. On second thoughts, just get some new shirts FFS
So, let me get this straight. We had to endure several meetings, which were made fairly uncomfortable and completely unproductive by your intransigence. I agreed to take the project on by myself. I put the hours in and did all the work to get it up and running. Now that everything is in place and running smoothly, and everyone knows what's what, I get an e-mail from a third party to say that you've decided to take on your share of the work after all. It's just as well I'm on holiday this week.
you don't have "a bit of flu". you have a cold.
Hi Lance ! I noticed that on your recent interview with Oprah you mentioned that you were keen to start competing in Triathlons again.
Is this is because you've got a vat of 'gear' still sitting in your fridge and the expiry date is fast approaching ?
I admire your effort in clearing the snow off the road surrounding your car. But why did you just throw all of that snow into the middle of the pavement ? It's difficult enough as it is walking on the pavements but with the added snow it is now treacherous. At least you can get your can in and out of your space easily enough now, that's the main thing I guess
(Of boredom, specified and unspecified longing and wishing the f*cking sun would come out for a change).
Dear Leifheit, your website seems to promote the idea that only women and girls use cleaning products. I don't care what decade you are stuck in on the continent but I'm not letting this crap pass without objection in this neck of the woods so I've contacted your UK representative about it. Sexist twats!
For several years now I have tolerated, with gritted teeth and bitten lip, the Jeremy Kyle format of your Facebook updates. I didn't want to know about your drunken nights, your Blackpool weekends, your talks through status updates with your long deceased relatives or indeed your frequent moans about the expectation of Job Seekers on you to go out and look for work now that your kids are all at school. I have seen the endless pictures of your ever increasing pet zoo, the constant swapping of one pet for a 'better' pet, your moans about your children fighting (tip: treat them with respect, it rubs off) and I have sucked air through teeth at sight of your sympathies for Jezza's guests and their various lie detector assessed tribulations, not to mention you telling your 300+ Facebook 'friends' about your daughter requiring psychological input because she's "nuts", despite the fact said daughter is one of your Facebook friends. I even tolerated the snide comments about my inability to attend my brother's 30th due to being self employed and working 70 hours a week whilst raising four children on my own.
Then I found out yesterday about your latest pregnancy, child number four for you. A whole six weeks and you announce it to your children, family and friends through Facebook despite losing your last pregnancy at 10 weeks because of your morbid obesity - the same morbid obesity that has increased in size since your miscarriage. Add to that your pleas on Facebook for someone to take your pony sized German Sheperd, queries about 2 bedrooms houses for rent and your announcement this afternoon about your sore boobs "because Mr Facebook asked", I think I may have actually reached my tolerance level.
But you know what? I've found something.......
The censor button Facebook.
Sounds like she deserves her own TV series CD
Blimey. You log in to RW looking for articles and fascinating insights in to the running habits, trials, success and information on running only to find the site has turned all 'specialist' on our asses!
Question now is, am I bored enough to read all the comments posted on ALL of the pages?
Dear Benedict Cumberbatch:
OK, I have, finally, to admit that I don't understand why you are so popular. Sterling job at playing Stephen Hawking, not bad as Sherlock Holmes but your less-than- attractive, screwed-up face and strangled voice quite frankly make me want to feed you to a hungry alligator. It isn't as if your acting abilities are particualrly outstanding.
And don't get me started on "Parade's End...."
Homeless man in the street begging for change, how do you afford all of those piercings and expensive looking clothes?
The piercings were probably gained pre homelessness. And the expensive looking clothes... charity donations handed to him at a homeless refuge/Sally Army kitchen? But hey, you carry on making your uninformed judgements on people you know nothing about.
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