Devastating Put-Downs
Amorous Badger says: I once saw a former manager of mine being asked to 'sit down and let your mouth have a chance to speak' by his senior. What's the best heckle/putdown/riposte you've ever seen? (Hint: Recycled 'Your mum' jokes does not make an answer)
( , Thu 24 Nov 2011, 15:15)
Amorous Badger says: I once saw a former manager of mine being asked to 'sit down and let your mouth have a chance to speak' by his senior. What's the best heckle/putdown/riposte you've ever seen? (Hint: Recycled 'Your mum' jokes does not make an answer)
( , Thu 24 Nov 2011, 15:15)
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I used to live near an obnoxious fat chav beast
She was like a blimp with knock off Adidas stripes painted down it's side. And instead of being filled with helium, was filled with deep fried grease and possibly the neighbours cat, although we could never prove that the hairs sticking out from her teeth and wrapping themselves round the permanent Lambert & Butlers butt were indeed those of Fluffy.
She waddled up and down her drive watching over her sprogs and yelling words of encouragement such as "faaahhks sake Diamanda don't waste mah eyeliner draahwing shit on mah drivewhay". Now I'm not saying she was an easy shag or anything, but we did often have a pot running about what colour her next child would be. Holding a Dulux colour chat against the latest one may have been taking it too far though.
So one fine morning I am skipping down my drive to collect my now empty wheelie bin and return it to it's little cubbyhole round the back, when I notice in the excitment of removing the refuse from our bins the binrefusewasteremovalmenpeople had left a few bins clumped together at the end of the cul-de-sac. And beasty was huffing and puffing back to her lair with my bin! Now, I'm not a bin snob. But our wheelie bins had barcodes on with the delightful promise that at some point the council may start charging extra if your bin was too heavy. And I'd seen her bin, straining at the pressure of the fetid mush within. I often think it got together with her underwear in a support group at weekends.
"Excuse me," I piped up with a cheery wave "You appear to have mistakenly taken my bin!"
It glared at me.
It snorted at me.
It slowly removed the Lambert.
"It's only a bin innit, don't matter 'oos I take"
Now I realise this is true to a point. But still. That's my bin. I want my bin. My bin hasn't been terribly violated with anything that has touched her. Or been in her.
"I'd prefer to take my bin." Says I.
I can hear the sprogs screaming. She is getting impatient. She tries to barge past me. I block her way.
"If yaah not careful I'll faaahkin throw you in the faahkin bin." She screaches at me.
I look her straight in the eye. And said
"Well, at least I'd fit."
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 15:14, 15 replies)
She was like a blimp with knock off Adidas stripes painted down it's side. And instead of being filled with helium, was filled with deep fried grease and possibly the neighbours cat, although we could never prove that the hairs sticking out from her teeth and wrapping themselves round the permanent Lambert & Butlers butt were indeed those of Fluffy.
She waddled up and down her drive watching over her sprogs and yelling words of encouragement such as "faaahhks sake Diamanda don't waste mah eyeliner draahwing shit on mah drivewhay". Now I'm not saying she was an easy shag or anything, but we did often have a pot running about what colour her next child would be. Holding a Dulux colour chat against the latest one may have been taking it too far though.
So one fine morning I am skipping down my drive to collect my now empty wheelie bin and return it to it's little cubbyhole round the back, when I notice in the excitment of removing the refuse from our bins the binrefusewasteremovalmenpeople had left a few bins clumped together at the end of the cul-de-sac. And beasty was huffing and puffing back to her lair with my bin! Now, I'm not a bin snob. But our wheelie bins had barcodes on with the delightful promise that at some point the council may start charging extra if your bin was too heavy. And I'd seen her bin, straining at the pressure of the fetid mush within. I often think it got together with her underwear in a support group at weekends.
"Excuse me," I piped up with a cheery wave "You appear to have mistakenly taken my bin!"
It glared at me.
It snorted at me.
It slowly removed the Lambert.
"It's only a bin innit, don't matter 'oos I take"
Now I realise this is true to a point. But still. That's my bin. I want my bin. My bin hasn't been terribly violated with anything that has touched her. Or been in her.
"I'd prefer to take my bin." Says I.
I can hear the sprogs screaming. She is getting impatient. She tries to barge past me. I block her way.
"If yaah not careful I'll faaahkin throw you in the faahkin bin." She screaches at me.
I look her straight in the eye. And said
"Well, at least I'd fit."
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 15:14, 15 replies)
Nicely written
Except for the spelling of "straight" at the end.
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 15:24, closed)
Except for the spelling of "straight" at the end.
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 15:24, closed)
You're welcome
Though maybe I like your post so much because I live next door to a similar thingie. A skinny, saggy, bony-arsed one.
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 17:19, closed)
Though maybe I like your post so much because I live next door to a similar thingie. A skinny, saggy, bony-arsed one.
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 17:19, closed)
and the repeated use of "it's" where "its" is required.
I'm not angry, TGB. Just disappointed.
( , Sat 26 Nov 2011, 14:18, closed)
I'm not angry, TGB. Just disappointed.
( , Sat 26 Nov 2011, 14:18, closed)
*considers self well and truly owned*
That is what you internet youngsters say, isn't it?
( , Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:59, closed)
That is what you internet youngsters say, isn't it?
( , Sat 26 Nov 2011, 20:59, closed)
The thing is, I can imagine you saying this AND what expression you'd have on your face as you said it.
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 16:03, closed)
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 16:03, closed)
except this is a lie, you thought it cos if you actually said it you'd have got a slap
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 16:05, closed)
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 16:05, closed)
No
Thankfully in the time it took her brain to realise what had been said and then attempt to formulate a reply I had strode to the safety of my house with my beloved bin.
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 17:23, closed)
Thankfully in the time it took her brain to realise what had been said and then attempt to formulate a reply I had strode to the safety of my house with my beloved bin.
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 17:23, closed)
Good lord...
I just looked at your profile to see a picture I hadn't seen before... *hides*
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 18:07, closed)
I just looked at your profile to see a picture I hadn't seen before... *hides*
( , Fri 25 Nov 2011, 18:07, closed)
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