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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Hi all.
thought I would share MY shit day with you.It started really badly with me not being able to unlock my frozen car for about 20 minutes - it's a P plate golf estate with dodgy locks - the only lock that would work was the nearside but last time I used this one I managed to lock myself out of the car - not a problem with a spare key but my knob (note correct spelling, Monty) of an Ex has lost it when pissed and not replaced it.
So I finally get into the car and start it up hoping to dislodge some of the permafrost obscuring my vision. The only problem now is if I get out of the car, I get locked out.
Aha, thought I - I'll wedge the door open with one of the three scrapers I own and then I can clear the glass.Great Idea. Not.
I slipped when trying to gently close the door and ended up crushing my left elbow with the door catch- I now have a very black bruise which won't look good in my posh frock on xmas day with the relatives...................It gets worse.
Read on.........
our email system was down when I finally got to work but on there was a mail (sent on friday) from one of my "subbies" giving me the sad news of the terminal illness of one of our well loved (and not all of them are...) colleagues, another subbie of mine. well it did cast quite a cloud and I felt a little tearful for most of the day -being my last day at work I wanted to get loads done and just couldn't get my head around it.
I spent 59 minutes driving home from work, a journey of 20 if I put my foot down - the A5 was at a standstill but I did manage to fly through my front door at about 6.45 and make it to the loo without getting chapped thighs......as I got home I thought "Right, off to the pub, finished work, snow is lovely" and started to cheer up a bit.
My elbow by now is very swollen and I can feel pain every time my cardi brushes against the damaged area.But being the big brave girl that I am I soldiered on and necked a couple of Tring Brewery's Jack O' Legs before being persuaded to open my house for coffee and spliffs. Well how can a girl refuse! all going swimmingly well until we heard an ominous tinkle from the front of the house at about 11.15 - some little feckin' shite had smashed my window with a snowball - nobody in sight,police were not interested and it's just cost me £143 to have it reglazed.
The little fucker, if he is ever made known to me, will have parts of his male anatomy made into rather fetching jewellery.I will do this personally.
Anyway - have a good Xmarse all - sorry for ramble, first real post and needed to get stuff off my chest (which is also quite ample thank you.....)
and breathe out..........
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 15:55, 49 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
sorry - thought we were not supposed to use them - so do i get any sympathy then ...........
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 15:59, Reply)
Imagine if it grew legs crawled up your arse and fucked cancer into your liver, then you'd be really screwed
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:10, Reply)
so this is still a possibility. Apart from the fact that my arsehole is as tight as a polo-hole, can't see a cancerous eye squeezing in there without some butter or spit...
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:42, Reply)
When a cold wind blows it chills you,
Chills you to the bone
But there's nothin' in nature that freezes your heart
Like years of bein' alone
Its paints you with indifference,
Like a lady paints with rouge
And the worst of the worst,
The most hated and cursed
Is the one that we call Scrooge
Un kind as any,
And the wrath of many,
This is that Ebenezer Scrooge
OH! There goes Mr. Humbug,
There goes mister Grim
If they gave a prize for bein' mean
The winner would be him
Oh, Scroogey loves his money
Cause he thinks it gives him power
If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour
(Even the vegetables don't like him!)
There goes mister Skin flint
There goes mister Greed
The undisputed master of the under-handed deed
He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses
Us small folk live in misery
Its even worse for mouses
(Please sir, I want some cheese)
He must be so lonely
He must be so sad
He goes to extremes to convince us he´sbad
He´s really a victem of fear and of pride
Look close and there must be a sweet man inside
Nah! Uh-Uh!
There goes mister outrage,
There goes mister sneer
He has no time for friends or fun
His anger makes that clear
Don't ask him for a favor cause his nastiness increases
No crust of bread for those in need
No cheeses for us mices
(Gonzo/Charles Dickens: Scrooge liked the cold
He was hard and sharp as a flint
Secret and self contained
As solitary as an oyster)
There goes mister Heartless
there goes mister Cruel
He never gives
He only takes
He lets his hunger rule
If being mean´s A way of life
He´ll practice and Rehearse
And all that work is payin' off
Cause Scrooge is getting worse
Everyday in everyway
Scrooge is getting worse!
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:04, Reply)
thanks - it's getting better already!I am having dinner with an exceedingly sexy man tonight, and my shopping is all done. Whoop whoop....
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:06, Reply)
It allows for us to see who you're thanking while validating people.
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:08, Reply)
But then I forgot that you all don't know that I'm having dinner with my mum, and it would still work in a humorous concept to everyone else.
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:12, Reply)
cheers Gonz - be gentle. I'm learning............now a spot of wrapping and a large sherry methinks..
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:11, Reply)
It's OK, we all started somewhere.
They're selling mulled wine at Tesco, I think I might want to pick up a bottle on the way home.
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:13, Reply)
They don't sell that, and I don't plan on making my own, it's just a little bottle of drink I want, and I want to enjoy it without your constant one upmanship mind games !
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:18, Reply)
All the wintery goodness of the West Country in a steaming hot mug
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:20, Reply)
Why can't you just let me enjoy my drink? I don't drink very often.
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:21, Reply)
Hugh Fearnly Whittingstal uses it to date rape Dorset woman, tru fax
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:22, Reply)
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:26, Reply)
it all makes sense now
it also explains why my arse hurts every time I make a cup of tea
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:19, Reply)
I am a Doris of the Purple variety and not one of Monty's ex's........mysterious huh.....
but I am a wee bit mad so an understandable assumption........
(, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:33, Reply)
I am a displaced Lancastrian living somewhere in the general vicinity of that monstrosity known as Milton Keynes..........
(, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 9:00, Reply)
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