the brazilian bird they get to present the fillums gives me the horn, kinda chubby, looks like a right hornbag
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the brazilian bird they get to present the fillums gives me the horn, kinda chubby, looks like a right hornbag
****ing Germans and everything they stand for....................................
*PV4 and Bon know the score.
A german lady friend sent me this the other day.
nein ernsthaft: tut mir leid für ein solches wm-desaster
I've been coping nothing but abuse, victimisation and they are really hammering home the "German Superiority" thing.
Yeah sure I deserved it wearing jets shirt in Weimar. Yeah sure I promoted our two-bit weekend league to a higher standard then what it is. But ****.
This seriously grinds my gears and will probably grind all you gears.
My very expensive external hard drive that features all of my photography pre-Germany which subsequently contains all of the fetish and full on nudes I've done has failed.
I hate my job.
WGMG
Blokes thinking my job is all full of coolness who think I'm being soft for hating my job.
Fumbling your coffee mug as you sit down at your desk, pouring the scalding lot over your lap.
Fun times.
I haven't been in the office since. Not from pain but the shame of not being able to hold my drink :(
WGMG: Sitting on a meeting and nonchalantly going "don't give a shit about $50,000, spend it all you want". My job has me so blase about money, it's so sad.
WGMG Hertz not reading the itinerary for my trip, so they didn't drop the car off at work. So I had to take the wife and crying 12 week old child to Williamtown to make up for their **** up. Keep up the good work.
Back spasms. I used to lol at elite athletes being out with back spasms but having experienced them, ****ing hell.
Bulging discs may jeopardise my disc golf career.
People parking their cars a million miles away at the NPL grand final meaning you couldn't fit many in.
Having a referee assigned to your grand final that plays for the club you are playing against.
Still yet to win a grand final.
Housemates who sit on their lazy ****ing arses in the loungeroom screaming SHUT UP YOU TWO SHUT UP GET INSIDE STOP BARKING STOP BARKING SHUT UP I SAID SHUT UP SHUT UP STOP BARKING for 5 ****ing minutes instead of getting up and going outside to stop the dogs from barking.
Argh.
Going through group selection process.
Being a sport in general supporter.
Jets losing
Spurs losing
Getting a duck
Cricket team getting flogged every week.
Adamstown gate......I swear they close the bastard when the train leaves Cardiff!!!!
Night shift with a lady who does not shut up, and practically yells everything. One of those who knows everything about anything.
Shut up, and let me watch tv/my eyelids
Bon and pv4 cancelling drinks with me while I'm in town.
Leaving gods country for return trip to Adelaide. Worst bit is the train goes thru scum territory.
Batting for 13 overs and only getting 4 runs due to the ability of everyone else batting getting out.
Having no car until next week possibly.
Tennis grinds my gears because for every two hours I play I sit out a month with injuries.
Very frustrating shit indeed. If I could have just a week of playing injury free I'd be happy at this stage.