Big flags being waved behind the goal after someone scores - just another on the long list of celebration annoyances:-
- Music after a goal (or in the old Wimbledon days, at a corner (who let the dogs out...)) - Looking up and pointing at the sky. No one is watching, its all a myth. - Not celebrating when you score against an old club. Hasselbaink you tosser, we pay your wages (perhaps only a third) - coordinated dance moves. - Thumb in mouth bollocks - well done, you've joined several billion other people in managing to have a kid. - Sliding on knees - If you did that when I was playing you generally ended up with dog shit smeared up your leg.
I'd like to see a return to a solid hand shake and, if a its a very important goal, a firm pat on the back, followed by a light ale and some good shag in the big bath afterwards.
I'd see a doctor about that if I were you, I'm sure there must be an operation to cure it.
Daytime Radio. I haven't listened to daytime radio for years, I listen to the music I like in my car, you know, the good stuff......anyway I had to borrow my wifes car to get to work the other day, forgot to bring the old iPod with me, so put on the radio.......hells teeth....where do we get these so called 'DJ's from? The planet Mindless Fucktards? And the music...shit in hell....they were announcing Little Mix's new tune was gonna be played, with such a fanfare, like it was a collaborative new song between Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Elvis and David Bowie, instead it sounded like an auto tuned bath falling down the stairs. So I changed stations, and it sounded to me like the same 'we're crazy' DJ duo, usually a fella and some bird, who were cloned at the the same school of empty craniums, were on every channel. Then.....I eventually heard a half decent song, and the pair decided to chat drivel over it, 'oh I've just got a kitten' said one, 'whats it called' said the other skin full of nothing, 'Brian' said the first bellend, 'Brian, what a cool name, more things should be called Brian*'.
FFS! So I turned the radio off, silence was my friend.
*FWIW, Brian is a shit name for anything, sorry to any Brian's on here, but there you go.
I've had a thing about DJ's since the advent of Radio1 Just spin the fucking discs you moron and let us know the name of the song and artist when it's finished. Shove your "personality" up your arse, and STFU when I am trying to listen to the intro/outro. I realise I could be alone with this.
You’re far from alone mate.
It really boils my piss too.
I think Johnny Vaughan is the worst. Spouting off streams of inane drivel whilst being sucked off by his co presenter “mates”.
Play some tunes and shut the fuck up you drug dealing prick.
For someone like me who uses whatsapp all day for work, people who don't activate 'read messages' on it so anything you send always has a grey tick.
Fuck sake you annoying piece of shit, get your blue ticks on!
See I am sort of the opposite. I have never agreed to send a read request on any email I have been sent. If it’s that important phone me. If not, I will deal with it in my own time
Daytime Radio. I haven't listened to daytime radio for years, I listen to the music I like in my car, you know, the good stuff......anyway I had to borrow my wifes car to get to work the other day, forgot to bring the old iPod with me, so put on the radio.......hells teeth....where do we get these so called 'DJ's from? The planet Mindless Fucktards? And the music...shit in hell....they were announcing Little Mix's new tune was gonna be played, with such a fanfare, like it was a collaborative new song between Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Elvis and David Bowie, instead it sounded like an auto tuned bath falling down the stairs. So I changed stations, and it sounded to me like the same 'we're crazy' DJ duo, usually a fella and some bird, who were cloned at the the same school of empty craniums, were on every channel. Then.....I eventually heard a half decent song, and the pair decided to chat drivel over it, 'oh I've just got a kitten' said one, 'whats it called' said the other skin full of nothing, 'Brian' said the first bellend, 'Brian, what a cool name, more things should be called Brian*'.
FFS! So I turned the radio off, silence was my friend.
*FWIW, Brian is a shit name for anything, sorry to any Brian's on here, but there you go.
I've had a thing about DJ's since the advent of Radio1 Just spin the fucking discs you moron and let us know the name of the song and artist when it's finished. Shove your "personality" up your arse, and STFU when I am trying to listen to the intro/outro. I realise I could be alone with this.
I rarely listen to music stations in the car, but when I do, I do not listen to the talking and then when the music plays I then listen, but the annoying thing is the DJ's expect you to know who the song is by and what it is called. They announce before they play, I assume, but as I am not listening to their waffle, I do not hear it, but when listening to the music, if I like it, I do not know who or what it is because they never repeat the information after the record has played
Being approached by an attractive young woman on three separate days and told that I looked like a nice person and she'd like to talk to me. Huh, the brazen hussy, I just turned her down flat.
... and I didn't want to make out a monthly direct debit into her cause.
Daytime Radio. I haven't listened to daytime radio for years, I listen to the music I like in my car, you know, the good stuff......anyway I had to borrow my wifes car to get to work the other day, forgot to bring the old iPod with me, so put on the radio.......hells teeth....where do we get these so called 'DJ's from? The planet Mindless Fucktards? And the music...shit in hell....they were announcing Little Mix's new tune was gonna be played, with such a fanfare, like it was a collaborative new song between Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Elvis and David Bowie, instead it sounded like an auto tuned bath falling down the stairs. So I changed stations, and it sounded to me like the same 'we're crazy' DJ duo, usually a fella and some bird, who were cloned at the the same school of empty craniums, were on every channel. Then.....I eventually heard a half decent song, and the pair decided to chat drivel over it, 'oh I've just got a kitten' said one, 'whats it called' said the other skin full of nothing, 'Brian' said the first bellend, 'Brian, what a cool name, more things should be called Brian*'.
FFS! So I turned the radio off, silence was my friend.
*FWIW, Brian is a shit name for anything, sorry to any Brian's on here, but there you go.
I've had a thing about DJ's since the advent of Radio1 Just spin the fucking discs you moron and let us know the name of the song and artist when it's finished. Shove your "personality" up your arse, and STFU when I am trying to listen to the intro/outro. I realise I could be alone with this.
You’re far from alone mate.
It really boils my piss too.
I think Johnny Vaughan is the worst. Spouting off streams of inane drivel whilst being sucked off by his co presenter “mates”.
Play some tunes and shut the fuck up you drug dealing prick.
Tony Blackburn (moron) and Dave Lee Travis (seemed to think he was more important than the artists) were the first to get under my skin. But I think Steve Wright got me nearest to boiling point.
And then the assistant looking at you as if you’ve got 2 heads when you insist on seeing the amount they’ve typed in before you tap your card. You clearly haven’t excelled at school, I’m not trusting you to enter numbers on a key pad correctly.
TalkTalk. Cancelled the contract and switched to another ISP. Got an email from TalkTalk, Dear Mr MAM, please log onto your account and see if you qualify for a refund. If so, you can make an application for a refund.
Qualify, you arseholes? You've taken a month up front from me like you usually do, you owe it back to me. I didn't win it.
TalkTalk. Cancelled the contract and switched to another ISP. Got an email from TalkTalk, Dear Mr MAM, please log onto your account and see if you qualify for a refund. If so, you can make an application for a refund.
Qualify, you arseholes? You've taken a month up front from me like you usually do, you owe it back to me. I didn't win it.
I think you're 'Living in another world'.
PS They sang 'It's my life', so 'Life is what you make it'.
TalkTalk. Cancelled the contract and switched to another ISP. Got an email from TalkTalk, Dear Mr MAM, please log onto your account and see if you qualify for a refund. If so, you can make an application for a refund.
Qualify, you arseholes? You've taken a month up front from me like you usually do, you owe it back to me. I didn't win it.
I think you're 'Living in another world'.
PS They sang 'It's my life', so 'Life is what you make it'.
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It really boils my piss too.
I think Johnny Vaughan is the worst. Spouting off streams of inane drivel whilst being sucked off by his co presenter “mates”.
Play some tunes and shut the fuck up you drug dealing prick.
I have never agreed to send a read request on any email I have been sent.
If it’s that important phone me.
If not, I will deal with it in my own time
Revolting abuse of grammar and punctuation
i.e. I use it when I separate the players names on the Match Preview
Didn’t even know it existed but there it is on 3rd page of my iPhone keyboard
... and I didn't want to make out a monthly direct debit into her cause.
Havent used DOS in a long long time now
But I think Steve Wright got me nearest to boiling point.
Got an email from TalkTalk, Dear Mr MAM, please log onto your account and see if you qualify for a refund. If so, you can make an application for a refund.
Qualify, you arseholes? You've taken a month up front from me like you usually do, you owe it back to me. I didn't win it.
PS They sang 'It's my life', so 'Life is what you make it'.