I thought Lewis said Tom Huddlestone and had no idea what the fuck was going on then.
I thought Lewis said Tom Huddlestone and had no idea what the fuck was going on then.
It was all good, and the fact my mother got through all six episodes without a single stupid question is a miracle of directing. I just thought the ending was a bit lame.
Anyone else think of Lewis' mother as a skeleton in a wardrobe that he dresses each day or a mummified head?
Can't it be both?
She's also a broom isn't she?
That's Mrs Yev.
Hence the 'also.'
She would be less annoying as a broom.
The fucking police helicopter has been up for at least three hours now.
Probably the worst of those 'needlessly turn your bullshit into an image' things I've seen. It popped up on my Facebook just now and I'm properly seething.
By that rationale there'd be no humour/comedy ever, which is probably apt for a Facebook post I suppose.
Should probably make a 'before you make a minipulative picture purely to get likes...' picture.
I tell you what fucks me off. Someone buying you beer for doing a job. Give me a cargo of 12 cans not 4. 3 cans in and feeling very upset by my one can dan situation.
When you see someone you havent seen for time. You ask them 'do you still play football?' and they say 'no, i cant any,ore as my knee/leg/neck is done'
I find it difficult to believe the casual man is so damaged, he cant play football anymore. Go fuck yourself.
Haha brilliant. You tell them STR
You should like the website John. http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/
Having a mare trying to sort out my Google Drive folder. I store all my photos and videos there and I just tried backing up all my teacher files, but now I've run out of space (15GB). It says that I can put my photos into the Google Photos section for unlimited storage, which would be great if I could figure out how to do it. Tried googling it but no luck. Also, I deleted two huge albums from my drive and it's still saying I'm using 15GB.
Actually, it has deleted them now and my photos are being backed up.
Motorbikes and their cunty riders. You reving your engine isn't impressive, it's fucking grating. Crash. All of you.
Fuck I'm old.
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Indeed.
I hate them all.
There's some fucker whizzing around my area on a scooter at about half ten every night at the moment. It sounds like a hairdryer bumped up about three octaves and he seems to just go out for a ride rather than actually going anywhere, so hopefully he hits a pothole and ends up in a hedge.
A motorcyclist did die just up the road last week though, so I'll stop short of wishing that on the cunt. Smashing into the back of a bin lorry doesn't strike me as a pleasant way to go.
Not sure Google Photos is the best place to keep your child porn stash.
Not now you've told people about it.
Missing movies at the theater. Anomalisa, Theeb, and now the Lobster have all come and gone recently, and I fucking hate it.
I don't know how you'll survive.
People who misunderstand this thread.
Shops that only give out credit notes. I understand its best suited to the business to give them out but from a customer stand point. Its shit even though its valid for five years.
What's a credit note?
Oh store credit, get ya.
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Managed to avoid all spoilers for the F1 since yesterday.
Got to the 4oD page to watch it to have the line of text below it have who is on pole ruined. For fucks sake.
Think they only have to give a refund if it's faulty. If it's too small or any other reason which isn't down to a design fault then they only have to offer an exchange. Not sure if they even have to do that, store credit is technically a decent offer because you can get anything else from the store, not just a jacket.
Yeah, something the wrong size can be straight-up replaced.
I bought some Somerset brie the other day as it was on offer in Sainsburys.
It doesn't taste of anything
Fuck you Somerset.
'Cheap at half the price' being used to mean 'this is cheap'. Listen to the words you're fucking speaking
So I've split my trousers today. It's a small split but it right where the bollocks are and I've got client meetings today.
I'm paying these will last the 2 and a half hour journey until I can get to work and get a stapler.
ATM machines should have one function: to give you money. There should be no option for:
checking balance
printing statements
recpiets
Fuck off, all of it. One option: CASH.
If you don't know your balance via online banking or not being a fuckwit, then tough shit. Sick of arseholes taking decades checking every fucking thing they can on those fucking machines.
I hate the ones that ask extra questions. Do you want an advice slip? No fuck off. Do you want to check your balance before you withdraw your cash? No fuck off.
Self righteous prick.
Oh look, let's bypass the fact that MJ makes a perfectly valid point and rather than post in agreement, let's mock a very slight error he made even though his back is killing him instead! Woohoo! So cool! High-5's all round!