We have to talk
Conversations that start, "We have to talk..." are never good.
Tell us about the ones you've been trapped in.
( , Fri 20 Apr 2007, 9:34)
Conversations that start, "We have to talk..." are never good.
Tell us about the ones you've been trapped in.
( , Fri 20 Apr 2007, 9:34)
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Shower of cunts
It's usually "shower" as opposed to "showers", shower being a term for "a group of". A herd of cunts, a gaggle of cunts, a shower of cunts etc.
On topic, I have not been on the end of any particularly bad "We have to talk"'s from relationships, but once from my boss when I worked as a supervisor in a nightclub.
On my night off I came up to the door, quite pissed and very happy with it. As I arrived, the bouncer was knocking back four well dressed people two of whom, to be fair to him, were not the clientele we let in. But no, nobody's going to have a bad night when I'm around.
"It's fine," said I "Let them in."
"Er, no," said he, giving me a glare, "We're full."
"No, no, no, it's ok, they can go in, let them in."
"No, Lannes, we...are...full..."
We'll see about that I thought, and picked up the nearby radio. I then pretended to radio upstairs, in full view and earshot of the aforementioned foursome and bouncer, with a conversation that ran like this:
"Are we full upstairs? What? No? Ok cheers."
In my drunken state I thought it was quite clever pretending not to hear the other bouncer's reply first, when in reality of course, I wasn't receiving any replies and all six of us knew it.
I then turned round to the four and said "In you go." And in they went, much to the chagrin of the bouncer (understandably).
It was the next morning the boss said "We need to talk."*
*and quite rightly too.
( , Mon 23 Apr 2007, 21:32, Reply)
It's usually "shower" as opposed to "showers", shower being a term for "a group of". A herd of cunts, a gaggle of cunts, a shower of cunts etc.
On topic, I have not been on the end of any particularly bad "We have to talk"'s from relationships, but once from my boss when I worked as a supervisor in a nightclub.
On my night off I came up to the door, quite pissed and very happy with it. As I arrived, the bouncer was knocking back four well dressed people two of whom, to be fair to him, were not the clientele we let in. But no, nobody's going to have a bad night when I'm around.
"It's fine," said I "Let them in."
"Er, no," said he, giving me a glare, "We're full."
"No, no, no, it's ok, they can go in, let them in."
"No, Lannes, we...are...full..."
We'll see about that I thought, and picked up the nearby radio. I then pretended to radio upstairs, in full view and earshot of the aforementioned foursome and bouncer, with a conversation that ran like this:
"Are we full upstairs? What? No? Ok cheers."
In my drunken state I thought it was quite clever pretending not to hear the other bouncer's reply first, when in reality of course, I wasn't receiving any replies and all six of us knew it.
I then turned round to the four and said "In you go." And in they went, much to the chagrin of the bouncer (understandably).
It was the next morning the boss said "We need to talk."*
*and quite rightly too.
( , Mon 23 Apr 2007, 21:32, Reply)
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