It's the first time I've botched it.Originally Posted by niko_cee
I blame the sun.
It's the first time I've botched it.
I blame the sun.
Never had you pegged as a scouser.
I cut my own hair for years before growing it long. It's piss easy. I didn't shave it or anything either, just had it short with enough hair to play about with. Dunno why you'd pay some scouse twat to give you the LadBible cut for £20.
Because you want it done right?
Remember those kids from the estate who were causing bother?
http://www.yorkshireeveningpost.co.u...ding-1-8636357
Dead apparently.
Nice work Scouse.
Well you can't botch it as you're just running it over the whole area the same length*
*Working on the assumption that nobody would actually forget to put the adapter they want on the clippers.
Give us a look then mate.Decided to cut my hair today as I was boiling.
Forgot to put a blade on my clippers and took a huge chunk off the top.
Tried to cut the rest with a 3 but I looked like I had a racing stripe.
I'm a fucking skinhead now
"Not eligible for return".
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It's a lot cooler in this heat now though.
So how is the Ayatollah these days?
Start a heavy metal band.
People who leave voicemails fuck me off. Just fucking email me.
People (often in the older generation) who are unable to communicate except via phone call piss me off. How fucking hard can it be.
You were too hot, so you shaved your head? Right.
The absolute FUCKING worst are the phone calls to tell you they sent you an email.
I'm a modern day Pedro.
Mahow for President!
I hate both phone and e-mail, I annoy people by walking over to their desks but fuck em.
Pedro didn't have a seat-sniffer beard also warming his face.
Your wall frames appear crooked, 'how.
No chance he'd be bold enough to sniff a seat. I bet he stops to take a deep whiff any time a heavily perfumed 'female' goes past though.
Leave Mahow alone you cunts. Although that cushion is the most tragic thing about the entire photo.
Is that the first mugshot of Mahow? You should hit the weights and become a wrestler.
Came in here to post this exact thing, so pointless. In addition some moron called me this afternoon to chase an email she'd sent 2 whole hours before complaining that I 'hadn't come back to her yet'. Totally oblivious to the fact that it had taken her almost 2 weeks to send the information I'd asked for and it turned out to be exactly the same inadequate rubbish.
There are times when I wonder how people get through the day when they're so obviously stupid. I deal with someone who works relatively high up in a major high street retailer who didn't know the difference between square and linear metres. How do these people get this far?
The other day I got an email at 5:25pm (we work 9am to 5:30pm) so I obviously left it til the next day. The next morning at 8:30am I received a shitty email stressing how URGENT this matter was (it wasn't) and demanding a response. I made sure I didn't get back to her until after lunch.
We have one like that too. Sends an email and then calls you to let you know she emailed you. There will, and this is a guarantee, also be an IM aboit it and then possibly a desk visit to talk about the same shit over and over.
Please move onto something else and actually do something.
Nothing better. Especially the ones who mark things as high priority or bold/highlight shit to try and make it important. Back of the queue for you my friend.
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It's a lot cooler in this heat now though.
Mahow's look does not go with his pervo-laugh.
That is one almighty beard.
It's joyously petty in the very best way. I'm routinely working a day or two behind on my emails and whenever someone chases something I'm either in the middle of or just about to look at it gives me pause. I get conflicted because on the one hand I was just about to do it anyway but on the other hand do I really want to give the impression that pestering me actually makes any difference.
Ridiculously tortured similies/metaphors.
Some islander on the news, talking about a price war between airlines has just said, very smugly, 'I think competition is like ice cream, it tastes great for a short time but it very quickly melts away.'
What the fuck is that?
Mine's the opposite, people who'd rather make plans over thirty texts when a two-minute phone call would do it. (Often in the younger generation.)
Similar to John's in a way:
Commentators who focus more on the chance to come up with a witty/clever line (which they fail to do 95% of the time) than simply calling the match.
Happens in both football and tennis.
Nothing happens in a Tennis. FUCKING NOTHING.
Also - people have no taste in sport.
Fucking orange order band marching about at 8am on a Saturday. How is this not a breach of the peace or whatever the proper term for being a right noisy cunt is?
#culture
Catholicism doesn't cease its evil at unsocial hours.
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It's a lot cooler in this heat now though.
The flute band is back AGAIN. Jesus fucking Christ, don't you people have alcohol dependencies to nurture?
They'll be marching back to wherever the buses are parked. Standard practice.
The bus park would be a good spot for a bin lorry.
Sorry why is a table for one so fucking unbelievable? Why does it need to be questioned? Absolute cunt restaurant staff.
Because it doesn't exist so you're doing them out of another cover.
Well then I'll just go and phone them up and tell them to fuck themselves and enjoy their no covers.
It's a bit tragic for dinner, mate.
Why is it? I'd rather eat somewhere dece than this shitty hotel. Surely business people do this all the time?
Get a chicken fillet roll and eat it in your car
"Business people" may well do, but glorified Virgin Media installers should sit in their rental car with fast food like the insignificant peasants that they are.
I'm booked in to a fancy Italian, so suck on that.
EDIT: Ah, it's called Bella Italia I think, bet you've never been to somewhere as nice as that.
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