I tell you what I fucking hate.
It's when your walking down the street, or at work, it doesn't have to be walking down the street, it might not be at work either, it could be at home, anywhere really, on holiday say. And these guys burst into the room. Big guys right, and they bundle you up in gaffer tape, throw you in the back of a van and drive for miles to some isolated spot, or it could be just around the corner, they could have just been driving around randomly to confuse you due to the blindfold. There was some speed bumps, and a bridge with a metal surface and a sound like a crowed of people talking, but that might have been a flock of flamingos, unlikely in Arbroath but who knows what ends they'll go to. So they take you to the isolated spot or just round the corner and they tie you to this chair. You ask for a cup of tea but nothing comes. Then they play a couple of tracks off some Album you don't like and there's nothing you can do.

I fucking hate that.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Fri 24 Dec 2010, 8:08, 2 replies)

Look, we'll do something different on your birthday next year, OK?
Fuck's sake, at least we made an effort.
( wotofco pissing in your swimming pool, Fri 24 Dec 2010, 8:53, closed)

I'd like the full Clockwork Orange next year please.

( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Fri 24 Dec 2010, 16:29, closed)

It's a fair point
and I do just turn it off when it comes on. It just depresses me on the odd occasion, and they are few and far between, I happen to flick the radio on to see what is topping the charts these days, and it's this manner of shite. Surely mankind can do better?
( kappynitty doubled your entendre on, Fri 24 Dec 2010, 10:12, closed)

Fair shout
I was drinking this 130 proof wiskey last night and I think it's driven me a little insane
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Fri 24 Dec 2010, 15:17, closed)