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Time to indulge myself...
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ersatz_iolo
Chose 12 of your original characters...
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Remind me never to try to attempt clothes shopping in the school holidays again. Shops were full of fucking teenagers with too much time and cash, the bastards. I need some new Going Out clobber for Claire's Hen Night, but I couldn't be arsed to join the mighty queue for the changing rooms (and couldn't even get to a lot of racks with the pushchair because of all the Kids) so I will have to go Frock Hunting some other day. I then got really annoyed by people (again, mostly teenagers) refusing to get out of walking three abreast on narrow pavements to let my pushchair past... and could I introduce an alien concept to the hoardes of French schoolkids ambling around Canterbury? It's called 'Looking where you're fucking going', and it's going to be all the rage soon, you empty-eyed, slack-jawed, cud-chewing fucking cattle people. Look IN FRONT OF YOU! That's right - in-fucking-front of you, not to one side or behind you as you continue to walk forwards. Then maybe you won't be so surprised when you collide with the lady with the buggy who can't just swiftly sidestep out of your way. And you, the girl who, despide having the worst Corned-Beef-Legs I ever saw, still thought wearing a white miniskirt was a good idea, you may have noticed when you passed me that you were waving your stinking Cancer Stick around at Baby's Face Height. Just because your mother didn't take any care of you as a baby from the fucking state of you doesn't mean my 3 month old should have to breathe any of your tar soaked, nicotiney goodness. When I am Grand High Despot For Life I shall ban smoking in any public places and then finally non-smokers can Not Smoke. You have been warned!
ersatz_ioloChose 12 of your original characters...
( blah blah blah )
Remind me never to try to attempt clothes shopping in the school holidays again. Shops were full of fucking teenagers with too much time and cash, the bastards. I need some new Going Out clobber for Claire's Hen Night, but I couldn't be arsed to join the mighty queue for the changing rooms (and couldn't even get to a lot of racks with the pushchair because of all the Kids) so I will have to go Frock Hunting some other day. I then got really annoyed by people (again, mostly teenagers) refusing to get out of walking three abreast on narrow pavements to let my pushchair past... and could I introduce an alien concept to the hoardes of French schoolkids ambling around Canterbury? It's called 'Looking where you're fucking going', and it's going to be all the rage soon, you empty-eyed, slack-jawed, cud-chewing fucking cattle people. Look IN FRONT OF YOU! That's right - in-fucking-front of you, not to one side or behind you as you continue to walk forwards. Then maybe you won't be so surprised when you collide with the lady with the buggy who can't just swiftly sidestep out of your way. And you, the girl who, despide having the worst Corned-Beef-Legs I ever saw, still thought wearing a white miniskirt was a good idea, you may have noticed when you passed me that you were waving your stinking Cancer Stick around at Baby's Face Height. Just because your mother didn't take any care of you as a baby from the fucking state of you doesn't mean my 3 month old should have to breathe any of your tar soaked, nicotiney goodness. When I am Grand High Despot For Life I shall ban smoking in any public places and then finally non-smokers can Not Smoke. You have been warned!
