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Been in an accident that wasn’t your fault?
Had a trip or fall, at home or at work?
Well I’ve got news for you…it probably was your fault, now man up you whiny bitch!
You should’ve been looking where you were going, or maybe have the sense to know which fucking ladder to use.
And as for those people who want to help you get the “compensation you deserve”
How can you trust anyone who can’t even spell the word for?
Mind you, look who I’m talking to. You probably think that’s how it’s actually spelt.
So I say lets stop this now before it gets so out of hand, we are all so afraid to do anything, just in case someone somewhere decides to sue us.
And lets face it, the world would be a better place with fewer feckwits in it!
–fotddarren
Gone to the darkside?
Have I gone to the darkside?
It certainly feels like I have, I’m writing this on my new phone. The type of phone that has apps (not one of those, Icrap things…I haven’t completely lost it!) still, I do feel a little unclean and I must admit, that I have even downloaded the odd app or two.
I must say that I still believe the majority of apps are pointless and gimicky. Have you seen the add that says you can get an app for working out how to split a restaurant bill? If you need one for that, then you really shouldn’t be out in public without assistance.
Why then am I writing a post on said phone, using an app no less?
Simple really, I just wanted to see if I could. Apart from the eye strain, it seems to work quite nicely. And maybe with this new phone (and app!) I can actually do more posts here, as I’ve been a little bit absent of late ( there is an explaination but I can’t be arsed to go into it, so you’ll have to suffer!)
No promises
—fotddarren
I wonder if I can get my money back?
Excuse me, but can I just ask…
Where the fuck is my hangover?
I paid good money and drank copious amounts of alcohol and it’s been two days and no sign of it…I feel ripped off.
I wonder if I can get my money back?
–fotddarren
I’m sure the brain just switches off.
Now I know it’s not the most glamorous of jobs, and I’m not sure I’d want to be the one doing it…but if you are doing it can you please make sure you actually know how to do it.
Sitting there listening to the constant beep beep beep, I’m sure the brain just switches off… but is it possible that you could look even remotely interested?
And when the damn till stops working, can you at least appear to know why?
I guess not…so why are you doing this job? the pay? can’t be that good. or maybe it’s the only job your tiny little brain can just about cope with…
One more thing…
No I don’t want a fucking top up!
I just couldn’t resist.
I know I’ve not long done a post, but I saw this and hailing from the very county to which this refers, how could I possibly resist.
NORFOLK TOOLS DATE BACK TO 1938
HUMANS in East Anglia may have been using tools as early as just before the Second World War, it has emerged…
Meanwhile a Bakelite radio dating from the late 1930s has also been discovered in a shed near Saxthorpe, where it is still worshipped by local tribes as a prophet.
Wayne Hayes, a hedgehog wrangler from Corpusty, said: “Old Talky has been round these parts since before the time of memory. It’s inhabited by the magical Archer family and their tales from the future.”
— fotddarren
That’s why we try to hide it…and fail miserably.
Ah the daily mash, how you fill my heart with joy…
OGLERS TO STOP DENYING IT.
MEN who surreptitiously leer at attractive women must ‘come out’, it was claimed last night.
Dr Emma Bradford said: “Ogling is a condition which affects all men above the age of about 33, which is when they start to become pathetic.
Of course the funny thing is, we all do it thinking they don’t notice…but they do. Women seem to have this sort of “spidey sense” when it comes to ogling, that’s why we try to hide it…and fail miserably.
— fotddarren
I still shudder everytime I say it
I’m not entirely sure what I’ve let meself get into, and after resisting for so very long, I’ve only gone and signed up with Twitter!
Still not sure why, apart from the constant nagging from Matey.
What exactly do I do with it?
What is the point of it?
And it gives me yet another thing to keep checking on… on top of the several email accounts, the countless blog type thingys and all the photography related stuff. not to mention Facebook ( I still shudder every time I say it).
— fotddarren
So what if offends.
I promised meself that it wouldn’t affect me, that I could just ignore it and everything will be fine…
But, of course I was just lying to meself. Of course it was gonna affect me. No matter how hard I try to ignore it, there was always gonna be some fuckwit who was bound to ask…
“watching the world cup then?”
No I’m Fucking not. Can’t stand football, never have and never will. What makes you think just because it’s a world cup, I’m gonna be fucking interested? Now just fuck off with your, obviously too small, cheap knock off England shirt before I cave your skull in.
Not that it’ll do any damage, if you had any brains in there, you wouldn’t watch 22 overpaid puffs, who’ve probably never done an honest days work in their lives, kick around a fake dead cow. All the while, patting yourself on the back for being patriotic.
If you were truly patriotic, then surely you’d be flying the English flag all the time, not only when there’s some pointless football tournament on.
So what if offends people from other nations who happen to be living here, it’s not like they care if their flags offend us is it? Most of ’em probably don’t even consider it, they’re just proud of whatever Country they hail from and aren’t afraid to show it.
Alright…I’ll admit, in the last few years, this hasn’t actually been a Country to be proud of, what with certain invasions of other Countries and kissing those stupid Yankee arses. But that’s not the normal everyday joe bloggs doing that, it’s those bloody politicians. Those bloody cunts who we elected, too busy serving their own agenda, forgetting they’re supposed to be serving us…
Slowly but surely chipping away at us, breaking us down, making us more subserviant…more pliable, so they can do whatever they want, cos “what can we do anyway, it’s not like anything we do will change anything.”
And the bloody do-gooders, with their “oh, you can’t do that, it might offend someone” attitude. Oh how I fucking hate them, why don’t they sort out their own shit before they tell me what’s offensive and what isn’t. It wasn’t until some, white middle class do-gooder pointed out that Golliwogs were offensive to black people, that black people took offence to them.
Tell me, when was the last time you saw anyone, be they black, white or Mexican, that looked anything like a Golliwog? I’m sorry but they only look slightly human, so how the hell are they offensive?
Beacuse they happen to be the colour black? I bet if they were pink or white, no one would bat an eyelid.
I’m pretty sure that when Enid Blyton wrote The Three Golliwog stories, there wasn’t any intention to offend, if that were the case then surely the Famous Five stories are offensive to the white upper middle classes?
–fotddarren
Facebook Freakout!
I may in the past have slagged off Facebook, but now I have a reason not to…
Today, about an hour ago, I found my half Brother and Sister, who I have never met.
In fact, I’m having an IM chat as I type this post. It’s a bit of a freaky situation to be honest, afterall it’s not everyday you find some long-lost relatives, is it?
It might be worth it.
Went out partying last night for the first time in months and drank copious amounts of beer and rum…umm rum.
Woke up this morning and unbelievably I didn’t have a hangover!
I do however, have aches and pains from all the dancing…yeah that’s right I was dancing. Must have drunk more than I thought, cos I don’t do dancing. Mind you… when I say dancing, flinging myself round a dance floor probably doesn’t count.
These aches are not much fun, let me tell you. I’m not a spring chicken anymore, the old body can’t take it. My neck is so stiff I’m struggling to keep my head up and I’m not entirely sure what the fuck I’ve done to my left knee…it’s like jelly.
I’ll be walking around dragging my leg behind me shouting something about bells before too long…still Esmeralda’s a bit of a hotty so it might be worth it.
–fotddarren
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