Tradies Becoming Coffee Drinking Pooves All Of A Sudden

A mug of tea, proper mans drink. C.A.

It’s mid-morning. You’re driving to wherever you need to go next. Your tummy rumbles, so you think “OK, I’ll shove a pasty in it”.

You spot a Gregg’s and think “Yeah, a square of pastry-encased shit will do for now”. You have a window of about 5 minutes to get to where you need to be next.

You park up and in you go, and there they are. Four or five orange-vested, lesser spotted actually working Apes at the counter, all buying MSG-baked fare, but with a twist – they all want ‘coffees’ with the cardboard food substitute they’re buying.

“Can I get 27 steak bakes and 300 Latte’s love”

“Can I get” automatically qualifies them for Oven.

“Latte’s” is a poove’s drink.

You reach work 25 minutes late because of these absolute cunts that have been conditioned to think it’s normal life to go back and forth to work whilst ordering ‘coffee’ from shitty places in between.

Fuck the neanderthal cunts.

Nominated by WokeUpTodayAndRealisedWhatACuntIAm.

91 thoughts on “Tradies Becoming Coffee Drinking Pooves All Of A Sudden

  1. Tea for me. Two big mugs first thing in the morning, sets me up for the day.

    However, I do like an iced coffee, especially when it’s hot, and strangely enough it was while on holiday in Greece that I got hooked on it.

  2. There will be change when the Burmanoid takes power, the velocity of the decline to shite zero will increase logarithmically
    May the good lord take pity on us as no other bastard will
    Fire and sword the only answer (as long as my GTN spray lasts).
    Victory or death. Fuck them all

    • And. the wanking over that crap last night, Sammy…

      ‘But… But they scored six goals against the mighty France.’

      Fat lot of fucking good that was, eh?
      ‘Shows they can play attacking football’?
      ‘Shows what they can do with the pressure off.’

      Surely, the yardstick, the test is how they play under pressure and against top teams like the Argies.

      But, of course, they didn’t play attacking football when it mattered in the semi final of the World Cup.

      Watched that 2019 film Diego Maradona last night. A complex, troubled, excessive, flawed but extraordinary player. We all know the Hand of God bit, but that man made Napoli – who were like the Luton Town of the Serie A – into two times league champions (plus a major European trophy). And, he won the World Cup. Even without the Hand of God thing, he’d have done it. England is all meat and potatoes also rans who are seen as ‘brave’, Brave meaning unimaginative and stupid. There are no mavericks, no visionaries, no maestros. And , I say now that the corpse face Kraut will eventually join the England manager’s graveyard, with way too many names to now mention.

    • And, cunts calling last night’s game an all time World Cup classic?
      It was a losers exhibition match. You know, the two teams that didn’t get to the final.

      It means nothing. So fuck off, especially the BBC.

  3. You can’t beat tea… Hot sweet tea.
    Any man – or lady – worth their salt has a proper mug of tea.

    Another bit of Britain that is being lost. Those horrible ‘caw-fee’ places like Starfucks and Cunsta that now infest every English town centre and high street.
    Overpriced shite, with enough sugar in it to give anyone worms and a loss of teeth. Tea rooms and cafes still exist, but they are now in the minority and usually crammed with old codgers or fat fucks with those scooter things.

    And, another Norman pet hate is when some cunt – an English cunt – says ‘I’ll grab a coffee’. How fucking vulgar. This is not America. Just bloody drink it and shut up, you smug cunt.

    • These coffee hotspots are also very popular with peacefuls an all Norman.

      Where they can sit doing fuck all for the best part of the day ogling school girls in uniforms.

  4. Car left in the service station HGV fuel bay with lorries queued while the owner buys coffee, orders a Subway and does some shopping.

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