TightwadsThere's saving money, and there's being tight: saving money at the expense of other people, or simply for the miserly hell of it.
Tell us about measures that go beyond simple belt tightening into the realms of Mr Scrooge.
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chthonic, Thu 23 Oct 2008, 13:58)
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I'm scarred for life.I think it might explain the guilt I feel having eaten several packets of chocolate biscuits. They fuck you up, your mum and dad. I have a biscuit complex now.
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crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:04,
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*imagines multi-complex of apartments, cinema and shopping mall amde entirely of biscuits*
Ooooh!
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Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:06,
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That would be the best complex in the world!And it would have paddling pools full of chocolate spread and whipped cream for wrestling in.
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Bazongaloid, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:10,
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YEAHBut I bet the building inspectors would never allow it.
We'll have to kill them, and grind their bones to make the paddling pool jelly.
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Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:13,
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We couldlet the lovely b3taladies wrestle on their faces until they decided it was a good idea.
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Bazongaloid, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:16,
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Not good enoughAll building inspectors are c*nts, and should be treated as such.
I say we burn them. With Kerosene.
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Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:21,
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You burn cunts with kerosene?Tell me, do you get much lady fun action?
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flake has nothing against your right leg, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 11:41,
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