(Covert pic of Night Admin out shopping at Asda – DA)
(Which begs the question, why does DA secretly follow me around especially when I’m wearing my favourite short shorts? – NA)
We’ve all been there. Whether it’s waiting for a precious car park space to open up, but instead of driving promptly off; Millie has to fuss with her hair; make a phone call and generally arse around with her handbag , oblivious to keeping us all waiting.
And here’s Francesca in Waitrose….. taking aeons to choose between identical cans of Greek pesto and feta soup and blocking the aisle with her overladen trolley.
Worst of all, yummy mummy Daisy pissing about with the Morrison’s girl, asking the hapless Munter whether the fish is sustainably caught and the chips triple-cooked in strained vegan organic coconut oil.
Fuck Off out of my way ; I want my All Day Breakfast NOW and here’s the £5.50 exact money.
Examples are endless, but Ill fuck off with the now obligatory dithering involved with “and the winner is……“. (count to ten)….. aw, who gives a fuck anyway?!
Nominated by: Isaac Hunt
In the makeup section. Priceless cunt.
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I couldn’t think of a better candidate, but I hope she brought a shed load of money 🙁
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Is it Jess Phillips on day release?
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Huhuhuhu 🤢
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Don’t think I could stomach a breakfast after seeing that.
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Great pic admin👍
I hate dithering cunts.
The dozy, the indecisive, the gormless,
The slow to react, the Mavis Rileys,
The fanny about, the 20mph twat, the pay by card,
The ive forgotten where I put it.
They need a boot up the arse!!!
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Imagine the smell instead then 🤣
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Phwooaaaarrrrrrrr 😀
Fuck off!
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Initially I thought it was a nomination for Theresa “Hunchback cunt” May dithering our escaping the EU. On closer inspection it’s Theresa “Hunchback cunt” May dithering escaping Waitrose.
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She wouldn’t be allowed in my local Waitrose dressed like that 😷 Heavily tattooed skanks and fat vulgarly dressed housewives are not welcome either!
Attractive refined solvent women are more than welcome.
The best plan of action in this respect is to hope prices keep soaring….Higher prices = less serfs and oiks in my way 🥳
The Dead Kennedys had the right idea….
🎶 Kill kill kill kill kill the poor…..🎶
Fuck off 😀
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It’s Theresa May or may not.
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Excellent cunting. I fucking loathe dithering cunts, the type that leave their fucking shopping trolley in the middle of the fucking aisle, too much trouble to move it a couple of fucking feet, and, besides, their shopping’s far more important than yours. Dithering cunts on the fucking pavement. Move over for fuck’s sake. Dithering cunts on the road? Death is far too good for these supersonic cunts. And, the worst of the fucking lot? The cunts that we ‘Have’ to take to hospital, despite no fucking need for clinical intervention, who, despite being told to be ready, suddenly decide to get their shite together, whilst, I’m losing mine. I’ll just fuck off and go home, one day. One day…..
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There’s a worse cunt and that’s the one that puts the trolley length wise allong the shelf a mere away from them while talking to husband next to them on the other side clogging up at least 3 metres of the shop display while they pick up and scrutinize every joint of meat or steak on display unit like they are Gordon fucking Ramsay chefs when the reality is she’s gonna burn the fucker to death when she gets it home as she becomes engrossed in her latest knitting project and episode of Coronation Street
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Or the cunts put their trolley sideways in the aisle, like a fucking road block, Bob.
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@dciGene my local Morrisons has a split in the middle of each aisle that runs across the width of the full store to the entrance of the store warehouse. This makes a sort of crossroads on the middle of every aisle. These seem to be a magnet for ‘families’ to have a chin wag with other ‘families’. These cunts will silently sneer at me for not wearing a mask as I try to fucking negotiate my way past their gauntlet of 8+ people. These cunts who think wearing a mask makes them holier than thou while breaching every other fucking rule in the book. Both mum and dad out with all the kids and breaching the 2 metre rule and letting their kids run amok causing more chaos for the rest of us and staff trying to negotiate roll pallets full of stock out to the shelves. Now as I’ve mentioned I’m skeptical about the restrictions & rules that the government has pulled on us and doubt 2 metres distance will stop me getting infected if it’s so contagious nor will any home made face covering or mask that is readily available in high street stores (having seen the footage of the protection the scientists in these labs working with viruses wear) but I await the day one of these aisle cloggers actually dares to have a go at me instead of standing muttering quietly among each other while breaking every other rule of ‘behaviour’ they were given with their mask wearing rule.. I will tear fucking strips off the lot of them. Cunts
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Three guesses who will be getting the horn any time soon!
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Well the dithering cunts slow out the trap!
Ive finished and pulled my pants back up.
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I’m surprised to hear you bother with pants, being the Peak District flasher an’ all.
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Its fair to say I see them more as optional than required Mogs!
😀
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Evening Mis.
Didn’t you name your business Commando Removals?
😊
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Evening Bertie!
No, went classy!
‘cock o van’ removals!
Apparently its some sort of posh dinner?
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Is it true that you bought your business from Nicholas Nudger?
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Mis – Cock o’ van is brilliant!
If your not using it, you should be!
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That picture, oh yes.
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A thousand upticks for this nomination. I hate these cunts, especially when they fuck about at the checkout with their coupons.
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Jesus, Mystic, I forgot that. You’ve had ALL that fucking time to get your fucking purse out and you start fucking about NOW???
‘Falling Down’? That was a prediction, the way things are going.
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At the end of a big pile of checkout, the chick says “you have to pay now”.
And the look on the dozy cow’s face is one of utter astonishment. “You want me to do what now?”
Then it finally dawns on her to get her fucking money out. Cunts
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I hate dithering cunts who turn a statement into a question. Example…
Me: I went to the pub last night and got pissed!
Cunt: you went to the pub last night and got pissed?
Or
Me: I took your wife up the hoop a couple of hours ago!
Cunt: you took my wife up the hoop two hours ago?
These boring repetitive time wasting cunts try my patience no end.
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Old Doris’s who mistake the checkout for a coffee morning and the assistants who encourage their ramblings of grandchildren, Bert’s delayed hip op and other miscellaneous shite.
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No doubt Ruffers loves a pair of camo hot pants.
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A shiny new penny to the first man here who volunteers to wear those, straight off and unwashed, as a mask 😷
🤢
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Is that what they mean “going commando?”
No?
Thank God for that.
Evening Libs.
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Evening Bertie, TBRILW.
Would anyone bet against the army going into combat dressed like this in the near future the way things are going?
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Evening, LL.
I hope the mild weather will make your choice about the inviting camo wrinkly bottom all the easier 😉
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Checkouts where they load up the actual checkout chute with boxes of gum, sweets and other detritus. Makes it less efficient to get the proper shopping through.
Yet management think they’re making extra money with this ruse? Perhaps but they are alienating 94% of their clientele to gun-massacre crazy.
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They are really, really, really annoying but have you no milk of human kindness? They are old, lonely and doddery.
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Dithering comes right from the top. The Clown Cunt Johnson is ditherer in chief and everyone else seems to be following. No one knows what to do for the best. Perhaps everyone should just stay at home, behave nicely, and hope things improve someday? Fuck off you dozy cunts.
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No dithering here. I’d get across that like a ferret down a rabbit hole and no mistake.
Given me the right horn that has.
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You’d need an icebreaking attachment on your cock to prise those cheeks apart.
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Erm… Yeah just before I pay for all this crap… Can I have 3 lucky dip scratchcards.. A Euro millions ticket… Erm… A lotto scratchcard… a Monopoly scratchcard.. Oh and can I have 10 quid electric please.
Apologies to any impatient cunts in the massive queue behind me.
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Even worse when they don’t speak English and have 5 brats in tow all screaming and shouting and being absolute cunts!
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Walking to the shop the other day and I pretty much had to jump in the road in the path of oncoming traffic because some ignorant bint and her 2 daughters all walking 3-a-breast, hand-in-hand taking up the whole pavement and didn’t even acknowledge me.
As I went past them I could hear the ever-familiar sound of dushka dushka! Yep you guessed it: iron curtin cunts. I don’t care what anybody says about “no culture is better than any other” – the English culture is superior, we invented manners and a lot of cultures are just rude cunts.
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This is very much like my old super markets nomination from a few years ago. You’d think with Covid, maximum occupancy, social distancing etc that people in supermarkets would have some courteousy and situational awareness………. but no.
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Cunts who aren’t ready when it comes to pay be it in a shop or public transport, holding Rest of up, what I’m expected to pay cunts.
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I love dithering, especially when I’m towing the caravan up a nice gentle hill. Beautiful, knowing I’m holding up all you cunts in a hurry whilst I’ve a lovely clear road in front. I’m fucked when I see an Indian or chinky menu, brings me out in a cold sweat that does.
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The sad thing…..
Someone is probably boning that ‘thing’ in the header pic, I feel sick 😂
Dithering cunts are just that.
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Should I? Or shouldn’t I?
Can’t decide whether to post or not.
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Do it….A faint heart never won a fair Lady 😀
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OK.
Cunts who dither over whether to kill themselves or not are a fucking pain.
Guten Ubend.
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Or, more to the point, cunts who dither over killing themselves full stop.
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Well, I have to admit, I never saw that one coming.
With that sort of attitude you will only ever get part-time work at Samaritans 😀
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When my time comes I’ll be washing 100mg of diazepam down with a pint of Jack Daniel’s* and go straight off the Orwell Bridge – no fucking around!
My next door neighbour has already kindly agreed to give me a lift there.
* Other whiskey’s are available.
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You’ve changed your plan Ruff!
You were going to be wheeled out in your recycling bin!
😊
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Oh, I still expect the body to be disposed of economically and without fuss, Bertie. If they leave me in the river, all the better. 😊
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Actually I was going in the black bin, not the recycling bin.
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Not in Fiddlers gibbet as a warning to errant ramblers then Ruff?
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@Ruff Tuff Where would one go about getting 100mg of Diazepam?
Just out of curiousity.
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Repeat prescriptions from my GP, I’ve been saving it up.
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Don’t do it, RuffTuff… at least not as you detail the plan here. 100mg diazepam (plus the 568ml of 70% abv ethanol) just isn’t enough CNS depression to achieve success, or in other words to avoid a (very) high ‘confidence interval’ of survivability.
No, no, no… and worse still: you’ll probably simply end up spanked out but regrettably still sentient, body swollen and pink with refulgent black solids about the lips from the rudely administered activated charcoal, as well as being grotesquely unskillfully intubated (grâce à some jabbering young chap of Oriental extraction, two years into his clinical training – and already 80 hours into his working week) after a bumpy ambulance ride to the ugly, soulless, brutalist redbrick A&E facilty on Heath Road by some unpleasant world-weary DCI type, full of loathing and hatred for his “clients”.
No indeed, that is not a good plan. If you can afford the cost and imprudence – and if there are flights available – I advise you take a leaf out of the late Peter Smedley’s “book” (of Smedley’s peas fame/wealth) and get it booked up.
Alternatively, I am happy to swap you a sealed 200ml bottle of 2% v/v morphine sulphate oral plus two “sleeves” (56) of zopiclone tartrate 10mg tabs plus fifteen unopened 28 blister packs (=420 tabs) of 30mg codeine phosphate… in exchange for your record collection. These items, and many more, are now surplus to my requirements following a scapula injury, courtesy of a mildly prescription-crazed GP.
Good lad! (The GP, not yourself.)
That should do the trick.
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CS:
The impact of hitting the ground/water will do the job nicely.
Ruff-I see CS’s codeine and raise him 750ml of Oramorph and a copy of OK Computer, never played).
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“unpleasant world-weary DCI type, full of loathing and hatred for his “clients”.”
Oi, I never call them ‘Clients’. I could tell you a few ways, very easy, easily available materials. No idea if it’s painful, I’ve never been able to ask the ‘Client”. Hanging is one of the most effective ways.
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Forgot to mention the anti-emetics. I can’t furnish you with any myself, but Ondansetron should be easy enough to “finesse” out of your clinician. It may even be a “P” not a “POM”; I’m unsure.
Perhaps try the vet for that. Easier than a GP appointment, eh?
The small details are important; you don’t want to go throwing up all those hard-to-obtain bitter alkaloids unintentionally, do you?
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DCI loathsome: I’ll bet you can. You’re quite the expert in this milieu, aren’t you?
Maybe take a leaf out of Mr Smedley’s book yourself, and do the decent thing. You know it makes sense
D Trotter
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Dead man walking, dead man wal…..
Again.
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RTC, I don’t ask much but for fuck sake please handcuff yourself to Caught Boring before you jump! If not for me, for the rest of Isac 😉
If there is any justice (pun intended) the fucking fantasist will be dressed up in his mother’s clothes (again) pretending to be his girlfriend (again) and we can get shot of the pair of them 😀
LOL
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Considering the extensive research I’ve done on the matter I’m glad that Sea Breeze just confirmed what I already knew – that overdosing has a low success rate be it with Aspirin, Barbiturates or in this case, Diazepam.
The low success rate and possible severe pain during and after the attempt is the only reason I’m still here; not due to “dithering”. Driving out into the countryside last June/July foraging (unsuccessfully) for Hemlock is hardly what I’d call dithering.
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CS failed to take into account crucial component of jumping off the Orwell Bridge. Diazepam and whisky are more for loosening up and facilitate faster drowning.
Recommended reading:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Suicide-Attempted-Methods-Consequences/dp/0786704926/ref=sr_1_1?
I can rent you a copy if price is prohibitive. Mates rates naturally. 🙂
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@Ruff Tuff
Jumping off a bridge seems a bit excessive. Years ago I used to be subscribed to an anti-natalist Youtuber called Derived Energy (when he was still alive that is).
https://www.youtube.com/user/DerivedEnergy/videos
I heard it on the grapevine that he drowned himself in a bucket filled with water and ice cubes. No chance of landing on a giant rock or getting impaled on/tangled up in an old shopping trolley in a bucket of water.
@Admin I’m not issuing advice or directions on how to do these things or advocating they be done: merely advising against.
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Morning TITS.
If I lived in America I would use the Hunter S Thompson method:
https://www.today.com/popculture/writer-hunter-s-thompson-commits-suicide-wbna7005168
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You’re on, Cuntfinder General. Do you do eBay?
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My plan is PURE nitrogen, plus “exit” bag.
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Dead man walking, dead man wal…..
Again.
There’s something VERY GAY about that, DCI Gene Cunt. Very gay indeed, but it is hard to put my finger on it.
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https://www.supportline.org.uk/problems/loneliness/
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I second exit bag.
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Hard to put your finger on it, CS/Sim/Caught boring…I expect your probation officer will be pleased to hear that 😀
LOL
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I used to have a mate who’s sister went out with a guy who was a bit of a space cadet who took shit loads of that diazepam stuff. I’m sure he did you get 100mg of this stuff most nights of the week. The ones he had were all little multi coloured squishy capsules of differing strengths. If he wasn’t swallowing them he was piercing them with a pin and squishing out a line of the capsule contents onto a roll up cigarette and smoking it. He allegedly got them from a family member who refused to ‘dope up’ perfectly healthy residents in the carehome they worked in. This was the late 80’s.
I hope they are still saving lives in that home today as I just came across this about some drug Midazolam that Cunt Hancock has apparently been ordering to maximum capacity, but buying up stocks from other countries. These government cunts to this day appear not to have spent any time investigating, trialling or approving any ‘early intervention treatments’ for the Corona but have focused in plain sight solely on the vaccine. Well it seems the megalomaniac Hancock has been a bit of a Harold Shipman Wannabees on the QT. Now people will be skeptical about this due to the person narrating this video however carehome staff have also started to speak out on this too. This stuff certainly makes diazepam sound like smarties and it sounds like they need to bring back the rope for Matty and his complicit friends. https://www.bitchute.com/video/rnEH3Va0HP9D/
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I recommend that a licence is made available to the ISAC brethren which confers immunity from prosecution.
The licence is accompanied by a Dithering Thick Cunt Resolution Device.
Otherwise known as a Colt 1911 pistol.
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The Webley VI service revolver is also available upon request.
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If you dither in Aldi they take you round the back and shoot you. No fucking about.
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Ditherers are the eternal bastard of society!
Covid has not wiped out enough of these cunts.
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Excellent nomination:
A few months ago, whilst doing the weekly shop at Wankbury’s, I chose what I believed would be the fastest checkout
In front of me was an old dear with a few items in a smaller trolley. In front of her, a peaceful or Indian couple with a few items of children’s clothing.
They were not purchasing-they we’re trying to get a refund. The poor woman on the checkout was trying to direct them to customer services. They waved their hands and refused this advice.
A superviser was called, who was equally refused.
Then the manager was called.
By now I was eying the single malt in my trolley and imagining myself in a comfy armchair at home, perusing IsAC😢
Thank goodness the manager took control and opened another till for us.
Dithering is a cunts trick.
Peacefuls are cunts.
Dithering are Olympic standard cunts.
Unkle Terry, please administer the necessary punishment.
No dithering!
🤔
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You should have cracked that bottle of malt open, necked a good half of it and walked out leaving the lot to defrost
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It was fucking tempting Bob, I have to say.
I find myself more and more these days, having to restrain myself from uttering “CUNT”, out loud
🤔
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You still at that stage? I’m shouting “CUNT” in public at the top of my voice on a very regular basis
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Dithering drivers are the worst cunts.
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Get your cards or money ready at the fucking till when the bleeping starts.
Those are the ones that really fuck me off. Stand there watching for 5 minutes while the checkout lass puts everything thorough, and only when asked, gets the £47.94 out or the card from their handbag. Inside a bigger bag that they rummage around for.
Get ready you cunts!
Fuck off.
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Went to the Post Office today, to post a parcel to an old mate in Australia. But there was this daft tart who kept bringing package after package out of an endless bag. Seriously, it took the best part of half an hour to weigh the fuckers. And then she dithers for ages about paying for them. She then spent an age filling in travel insurance forms, and that was another twenty minutes or so. My piss was at boiling point.
Still, on the bright side, I got chatting to this bird who was next to me in the queue. Absolutely stunning, with an arse that could crack walnuts. Lovely stuff.
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Hey Norm – Reminds me of a great PO prank I saw on YT a while back. Here is it for everyone’s entertainment:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH9yGQvIpaA
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That’s a good one, IY. Funny stuff. Cheers.
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Not a complete waste then Norm. Expanding on dithering cunts in places like the Post Office or anywhere that requires you to give your name and their inability to write or pronounce surnames correctly. Mine is fairly unusual but not difficult, yet any with any smelly goat fucking towelhead called Abdulla Amjad bin fucking Mohammed, they have no problems.
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After three or four attempts dictating my name to the dozy twatt, it’s Ahh for fack sake just hand it over and I’ll write the facking name me sel’.
Then they want your occupation. My brother had a stand off with some keyboard tosser about relevance.
“Computer says it’s required in the form.”
“Ok then, I’m a … a … pornographer!”
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Reminds me of the time I went into a small local shop on my lunch break for a couple of hot filled rolls and the ship was full of pajeets. My lunch break was over before I could even place my order. Every fucking one of them was Western Unioning cash to some foreign lands and buying fucking top up vouchers for their Lycamobile. Everyone took their voucher and remained at front of the queue applying their top up voucher and refused to leave until they knew it went through and worked. My piss was absolutely boiling then but would this happen today years on, I’d pass every one of the cunts and go to the front of the queue. Cunts.
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Or the fucking ditherers who wait to cross the road and decide to go just as your traffic light turns green.
Fucking brain dead’s, how much do I want to run the useless fuckers over. How hard is it for them to go when their little green man/woman or gender neutral changes from red to green.
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They do that on the crossing outside of the hospital in Big City, Willie. A blip of the siren or bullhorn teaches them their folly.
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Night Admin. It doesn’t beg the question. It just raises it. FFS. I thought you had higher standards.
Higher standards? Nah. I’ve been corrupted since I’ve worked at Admin Mansions. Day Admin is a cruel task master. – NA.
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@dciGene my local Morrisons has a split in the middle of each aisle that runs across the width of the full store to the entrance of the store warehouse. This makes a sort of crossroads on the middle of every aisle. These seem to be a magnet for ‘families’ to have a chin wag with other ‘families’. These cunts will silently sneer at me for not wearing a mask as I try to fucking negotiate my way past their gauntlet of 8+ people. These cunts who think wearing a mask makes them holier than thou while breaching every other fucking rule in the book. Both mum and dad out with all the kids and breaching the 2 metre rule and letting their kids run amok causing more chaos for the rest of us and staff trying to negotiate roll pallets full of stock out to the shelves. Now as I’ve mentioned I’m skeptical about the restrictions & rules that the government has pulled on us and doubt 2 metres distance will stop me getting infected if it’s so contagious nor will any home made face covering or mask that is readily available in high street stores (having seen the footage of the protection the scientists in these labs working with viruses wear) but I await the day one of these aisle cloggers actually dares to have a go at me instead of standing muttering quietly among each other while breaking every other rule of ‘behaviour’ they were given with their mask wearing rule.. I will tear fucking strips off the lot of them. Cunts
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Ditherers is it?
Out the way fkers – I have stuff to do and can’t do with ignorant people who get in my way, not through necessity but through their own choice and lack of basic social manners and apparent complete inability to make a quick decision.
MOVE! 🤬🤬🤬
But I have sympathy for the old people blathering away at the till – it might be the only human contact they have that day.
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I feel the same way about the old folk at the till. Especially if they’re on their own. You’re right, that might be the only human contact they have all day, maybe all week. That’ll be us one day. Give ’em a break and a little patience. Well done, Big Vern.
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