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We should start a new thread like this one. Just remove 'but can't' from the title.
VDOT. You're right. This was bound to happen. It's going to be a 'tit for tat' process where the process of terrorism isn't going to be a bomb going off. It's having the population wandering around terrified that a bomb might go off.
Our own imaginations will ensure paranoia runs rife.
Will you use that train? if you don't on account of a perceived threat, then that's terrorism.
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To be fair it wasn't a machete, someone described it as a "hobby knife".
Ric, I think the only person here who has chenged his behaviour is VDOT's chum, Colin. He is probably in the process of building an underground bunker.
So tha latest charity hijack of a calendar month is Decembeard. DECEMBEARD?
Fuck right off!
Re the idiot in Leytonstone, it was reported as a machete last night but it looks like
a standard fishing/hunting knife in size. Oh and Colin is not my friend. He is my
Arch nemesis.
What is all this beardy shit about anyway?
I watch Sky TV (ok, ok) and every advert seems to feature some young guy with a bloody great Captain Birds Eye job. They should be banned for under 40's. Shave it off you lazy sod. Your face looks like a c..t before a Brazilian wax.
As for gambling adverts, what a load of guff. They feature 'great odds' as something akin to winning. No, great odds doesn't mean win.
'The Ladbrook Life' lads. Bunch of losers - no women I notice - and if Saturday night was a cow, no they wouldn't milk it. It'd shit on their heads.
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Those Ladbrokes ads - there is actually one where one of them is with his girlfriend. She's talking to him but he isn't listening because he's working out odds in his head. Sexist shite.
Yes, and he has.... a big shaggy beard.
The sad thing is, guys like this exist.
There was one guy who I worked with years ago who was complaining that girlfriend number (lost count) had dumped him. They never lasted long.
I asked him, 'Well, who comes first, the girl or your mates?'.
He didn't understood the question.
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I don't understand the weirdy beardy thing either. It isn't remotely attractive even on an Adonis like Tom Hardy.
Have a shave, FFS you look like a vagrant!
Teabag manufacturers. Call me lazy, but when I put my hand in the box to get one out, I don't want two to come out stuck together... and have to carefully separate them (without accidentally tearing into one of the bags.)
You are a manger. Manage.
When stuff needs to be taken further it is your job to do it, not just keep pushing it back to me. That's what you get paid for.
Nope?
Fine, let's see what your manager and your manager's manager have to say about it then...
I quit
I'm so pleased you brought your dog out running with us last night.
Very impressive that you let him shit on the pavement and then run on as if nothing had happened.
I'm sure your young daughter will greatly appreciate it when I lob it back into your garden (with interest)
I was the only one in a group of 8 that said something.... apparently being dark and 'near the kerb' make it OK.
I was thinking of adding the contents of the bags I frequently see hanging from trees, gate posts, bushes, sign posts...
Were they all called Fred?
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I prefer Bertie............
It is MRS. I am married. Not Miss, not Ms, MRS.
Dear Pret, for 2 Thursdays now you have been promising cream of chicken soup only for it not to materialise.
Get your f*cking act togther!
Fellow shoppers. Kingston is pretty busy today and I really don't like shopping (or crowds) so it doesn't help when some of you faff about talking on your mobiles or texting. Can't you just move to one side where you won't get in the way?
If you think I'm coming in for minor surgery on December 22nd you must be off your bloody rocker.