It's all a load of Cannonballs in here! This is the virtual Arsenal pub where you can chat about anything except football. Be warned though, like any pub, the content may not always be suitable for everyone.
franksav63 wrote:People that do finger quoting.... you look totally spazzy... please don't do it... and also use ''Heads up'' I'll give you a ''heads up'' get rid of that yank speak out of your language... wankers...
They are obviously doing the Birdie Dance, Frank. Get yer wings out then and join in . It will take a few go's though before they cotton on to what you are doin'
I hate people that say 'haitch' instead of 'aitch'; people with one brain cell who have been to 'self-assertive' classes and try to argue the toss with me; the person who almost knocks me over to get to the train seat before me and they moans when I ummm..'accidentally' step on his feet when the train lurches, and when the carrier bag that I have hung from my hanger arm swings into his face. I hate it at evenings when the only 'close' places left at the supermarket car park are the disabled bays. These people should be in bed by now. Why do people 'look' at me when I park in mother and child space with my 20 something daughter? She will STILL be my child when she is 60! Why do the white van men in the nearside lane turning into Rotherhithe Tunnel resent my using the middle lane to turn? (See *I* will go to worksouth of the river, even if ****'y wont ). If we ALL used the flippin nearside lane, van man would have more than ME to wait behind
franksav63 wrote:People that do finger quoting.... you look totally spazzy... please don't do it... and also use ''Heads up'' I'll give you a ''heads up'' get rid of that yank speak out of your language... wankers...
They are obviously doing the Birdie Dance, Frank. Get yer wings out then and join in . It will take a few go's though before they cotton on to what you are doin'
I hate people that say 'haitch' instead of 'aitch'; people with one brain cell who have been to 'self-assertive' classes and try to argue the toss with me; the person who almost knocks me over to get to the train seat before me and they moans when I ummm..'accidentally' step on his feet when the train lurches, and when the carrier bag that I have hung from my hanger arm swings into his face. I hate it at evenings when the only 'close' places left at the supermarket car park are the disabled bays. These people should be in bed by now. Why do people 'look' at me when I park in mother and child space with my 20 something daughter? She will STILL be my child when she is 60! Why do the white van men in the nearside lane turning into Rotherhithe Tunnel resent my using the middle lane to turn? (See *I* will go to worksouth of the river, even if ****'y wont ). If we ALL used the flippin nearside lane, van man would have more than ME to wait behind
DB10GOONER wrote:Cunty, made-up job titles. I had an "Educationalist" apply for a job the other day. Fuck off. You are a teacher. And probably a shit one, too.
If you had to listen to some of the shite I have to put up with everyday you'd go off the fuckin' wall
Educationalists
EDIT: Before some wiseguy comes in here, I'm not a school kid
DB10GOONER wrote:Cunty, made-up job titles. I had an "Educationalist" apply for a job the other day. Fuck off. You are a teacher. And probably a shit one, too.
If you had to listen to some of the shite I have to put up with everyday you'd go off the fuckin' wall
Educationalists
EDIT: Before some wiseguy comes in here, I'm not a school kid
DB10GOONER wrote:Cunty, made-up job titles. I had an "Educationalist" apply for a job the other day. Fuck off. You are a teacher. And probably a shit one, too.
People that pretend they have jobs when in fact they are benefit scrounging gingers.
DB10GOONER wrote:Cunty, made-up job titles. I had an "Educationalist" apply for a job the other day. Fuck off. You are a teacher. And probably a shit one, too.
People that pretend they have jobs when in fact they are benefit scrounging gingers.
Now we finally know the root of Jayson's self hatred.