A chance to get it off your chest
Whether it's for legal reasons, the desire to keep your job or just plain self preservation. What would you love to say in the real world but really can't? Could be job or relationship or family - could even be related to running.I'll kick off with the following:
I'm sorry if you are upset that I am apparently questioning your ability to do your job, but the truth is I, and a number of other people, have been covering for you for the last 2 months and its about time someone told you to pull your finger out and do your fecking job the way you're supposed to!
(Thread nicked from Fetch, where it is noted for some top rants)
Why are buying doughnuts when you are already so bloody fat?
Sorry. I shall try harder next time!
Trying to think of something else right now....
big bones don't wobble
Pull your f**king pants up! If I show you MY knickers I'd be arrested but I'm forced to look at YOUR neon green boxer shorts with Kermit the f**king frog on them because you call it fashion!
YOU LOOK A TIT.
Jay Snizzel wrote (see)
Oh and really don't care if you think your feet are your best feature you've still got cankles!
wouldn't like "cankles" -they sound awful
LIVERBIRD wrote (see)
Pull your f**king pants up! If I show you MY knickers I'd be arrested but I'm forced to look at YOUR neon green boxer shorts with Kermit the f**king frog on them because you call it fashion! YOU LOOK A TIT.
Are you talking to me or to your mobile phone? Since you clearly have no idea about basic manners, let me tell you that breaking off mid-sentence to answer or otherwise twiddle with your phone and expecting me to sit there and wait for you to resume whatever fascinating thing you were saying is DOWNRIGHT FECKING RUDE. Yet you think that I'm rude because I wander off instead of pandering to your sense of importance and connectedness.
And don't even get me started on your ringtone.
If I was as bloody fat and unfit as you I wouldn't risk smoking as well.And if I did smoke I wouldn't have got as fat as you.And don't let your ugly screeching child drop sweetie litter in my world.You hideous, ignorant, lazy, loud mouthed, benefit supported chavvy slapper.
No! I'm not sorry for taking out your wing mirror as I ran past.
Perhaps if you hadn't parked completely obstructing the pavement forcing me out into a busy main road to get passed then maybe the heel of my palm wouldn't have left your wing mirror dangling, as I frantically avoided being hit by the on rushing lorry.
What? nowhere else to park ? should have f##king thought about that before you bought the house on a main road.
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