Dang you sussed me already. I want to go on Britain’s got talent and explode a suicide bomb on stage to wipe out cowell and His buddies plus wipe out a Fair few mongy cnuts from the audience
X factor , Britain’s got Talent , strictly , that bake off shite , and pretty much everything else. Utter , utter dross ,and yet they keep churning out this crap for the couch zombies to devour , and devour they do. Agree Simon Cowell should be strung up and have hot lead poured into his orifices for contributing to the brain dead of Britain
All I can say is it’s a good job there’s not a war effort on. All these retards watching this shite must be haemorrhaging their rapidly depleting grey matter at a truly frightening pace. This crap has created a generation of lazy fucks that are glued to whatever shit pours out of the tv screen
I didn’t want to have to cut down the ply sheets. I’d worked it out so that the interior walls of the garage were exactly 5 sheets by 4 sheets. Now I’ve got to trim the ply and it’s a chore to fix a batten so I can run the saw in a dead straight line . Oh well it’s not the end of the world, just frustrating.
Lowes and Menards did used to give me funny looks when I asked for things in Proper English in Rapid City
I work in old and new money as my tape measure is king with those little black dashs in the goods Yard
I'm sick and tired of my mates, who can't take their drink. Last sunday they dropped me three times whilst carrying me out of the club
News that the Salford gas works which inspired Ewan Mac Coll to pen the song Dirty Old Town is set to be demolished, not really got under my skin, but it’ll be a loss to the skyline.
Tell 'him' to man up, join the forum and stop being such a shrinking violet. You'll get more peace that way. (Advice from a friend)
