even if you do make a good point
actual cancer would be more joyful than you this evening (or in fact any time), you miserable git.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:01, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

LOLZ
Nice try, however I am immune to internet based insults fired at me by navel gazing strumpets.

Feel free to try again though!
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:09, Reply)

i would never gaze at my own navel
far too depressing a sight, what with the 27 stone of burrito that i had for lunch surrounding it :(

ach well. off for many cocktails in a minute...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:12, Reply)

enjoy
cocktails are the best
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:18, Reply)

cocktails and nibbles somewhere in spitalfields i think
it should be nice and busy round there, lots of people soaking up the bank holiday!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:21, Reply)

Cider and dry roasted peanuts somewhere near Glasgow for me
Westons 8.2% Special Reserve though, I'm not a total jakey bastard.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:27, Reply)

yeeeeeeeah
you stick with yours and i'll stick with mine, innit.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:29, Reply)

Well have fun weekends one and all.

( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:30, Reply)

TERRIBLE RACISM

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:30, Reply)

It's always about the sticks with you.

( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:37, Reply)

Absolutely, couldn't agree more
Sitting round my back garden, relaxing on a lounger under my newly erected pergola, while the wife is conjuring up a chicken and bacon ceasar salad and my daughter tires herself out on the trampoline is my idea of a good time.

Sitting in an overpriced, overcrowded London bar, surrounded by guffawing Nathan Barley types, braying about how much they earn is my idea of a shit time.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:42, Reply)

The man does have a point.
I once had to endure a four hour train journey back from Cheltenham after a job interview, with some raddled old hippy sitting opposite, shoving hummus and mungbeans into his mouth all the way whilst making *slurp, chomp, slurp, slurp, chomp, nomnomnom, lipsmack, lipsmack* noises.

The fact that I didn't get the job was only marginally less annoying than that cunt.

Actually, the fact that I had to travel back with the successful candidate who was trying to be nice to me all the way after we'd both been notified by phone on the sodding train was marginally less annoying as well.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:41, Reply)

Mungbeanlols
Never actually had them, although I do love my hummous.

But not while commuting.

The worst cunt I ever had sat beside me the guy with the bacon Wheat Crunchies. It sounded like open cast mining. I shot him a dark look and got up and stood further down the train, glaring at him the whole time, and in fact I could hear the occasional CRUNCH from my distant viewpoint.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 18:56, Reply)