pasty
A different kind of pasty
No, I did hot dog flavoured ones this morning, but it seems to have subsided now....
with or without onions and mustard ?
No, I did hot dog flavoured ones this morning, but it seems to have subsided now....
with or without onions and mustard ?
People who have to have fecking pointless CONVERSATIONS in shops despite the size of the queues building up behind them.
So to the man in the Post Office this week who clearly thought he was God's Gift to Entertaining Repartee as he wittered on ENDLESSLY to the poor woman who had to serve him, here's what I say unto you:
I don't want to be in possession of the more personal details of your life. In particular, I am staggeringly uninteresting in learning, down to the last Great British Pound, the various quotes you received for moving your furniture to the new house you've bought in Seaford. Not that I needed to know where you were moving to. Neither do I want confirmation that "it's turned out nice again this afternoon". Because it's back out there, in the sunshine, that I'd rather be. Ideally before global warming causes the earth to catch fire. How many books of stamps do you think you need? I don't know. Neither does the Post Office clerk. So it might have been useful to do this simple calculation beforehand. But why worry? It'll probably be quicker if the rest of us in the queue that is now stretching out into the street offer to walk your letters to their destination. And finally, how fortunate you are that my terrier is so reliably trained. Otherwise I'd have sent him off to water your leg since it is clear that only desperate measures will ever stop your mindless verbal meanderings.
JUST PUT THE BLOODY SEAT BACK PLEASE.
At least the seat moves you ungrateful man, Zef has fixed the seat in the race car at just the right distance away so I can't reach the pedals....how rude that he doesn't want me to drive it!!
Excellent idea. Thanks Tede.
Useless aren't they Besides we should all be taking our own reusable bags to the supermarket now shouldn't we!!
People who have to have fecking pointless CONVERSATIONS in shops despite the size of the queues building up behind them.
So to the man in the Post Office this week who clearly thought he was God's Gift to Entertaining Repartee as he wittered on ENDLESSLY to the poor woman who had to serve him, here's what I say unto you:
I don't want to be in possession of the more personal details of your life. In particular, I am staggeringly uninteresting in learning, down to the last Great British Pound, the various quotes you received for moving your furniture to the new house you've bought in Seaford. Not that I needed to know where you were moving to. Neither do I want confirmation that "it's turned out nice again this afternoon". Because it's back out there, in the sunshine, that I'd rather be. Ideally before global warming causes the earth to catch fire. How many books of stamps do you think you need? I don't know. Neither does the Post Office clerk. So it might have been useful to do this simple calculation beforehand. But why worry? It'll probably be quicker if the rest of us in the queue that is now stretching out into the street offer to walk your letters to their destination. And finally, how fortunate you are that my terrier is so reliably trained. Otherwise I'd have sent him off to water your leg since it is clear that only desperate measures will ever stop your mindless verbal meanderings.
Proof positive that shopping is womens work.
What a timely point.More generally, small pointless dogs.
People who ask - "where are going on holiday, somewhere nice?"
No of course not !! I have deliberately chosen to go somewhere that I think is horrible !!
Why have Falmer District Council been calling you ?Falmer District Council & sales people cold calling......all fookin day.