marc.r
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Fucking purple, fucking, anno! E-fucking-nough, all-fucking-ready!
FUCK!
throwin subliminals!!!
Fucking purple, fucking, anno! E-fucking-nough, all-fucking-ready!
FUCK!
when did an apprenticeship become a 4 year training course on how to become an egotistical smartarse whom necks unhealthy amounts of redbull and protein shakes, and spends all fucking day trying to shack up with anything with a uterus on fucking tinder?
Fat kids piss me off. Or more correctly, their parents do.
A 6yo with manboobs is not a good sign for their future health.
As a fellow fridgie, I feel your pain brother.Assholes who, while sitting in a 25 degree office, have the nerve to complain about how hot they are and how uncomfortable it is while you're busting your ass fixing their air con and welding on a roof in 35+ degrees and massive humidity.
Guess what.... I don't give a stuff how slightly warm you are!! I'm broken, dehydrated, heat stroke, muscle fatigued dragging 60kg bottles to the roof by my god damn self so when I say I'm leaving and it ain't fixed... Tough shit!!
Bloody tradies whinging about their betters cos we complain they don't do their jobs quickly. I cannot see why the chattering class (tradies) feel the need to go the "tall poppy" syndrome at their social betters. Why don't you lay down and keep schtum like good chaps?
Got the right thread now.....
Awesome....stepson and his hanger on girlfriend (the one who never bought their own supplies to a party in April).....have turned up for Xmas...
First thing put their laundry on....2nd thing go to room and indulge in the "free" wifi....next ask what's for dinner cause they're hungry......
Oh yeah, comes past several dozen bottle-o's/shops and still doesn't bring own supply..
Got to be careful here and not be a byatch like I was last time...
Assholes who, while sitting in a 25 degree office, have the nerve to complain about how hot they are and how uncomfortable it is while you're busting your ass fixing their air con and welding on a roof in 35+ degrees and massive humidity.
Guess what.... I don't give a stuff how slightly warm you are!! I'm broken, dehydrated, heat stroke, muscle fatigued dragging 60kg bottles to the roof by my god damn self so when I say I'm leaving and it ain't fixed... Tough shit!!
Bloody tradies whinging about their betters cos we complain they don't do their jobs quickly. I cannot see why the chattering class (tradies) feel the need to go the "tall poppy" syndrome at their social betters. Why don't you lay down and keep schtum like good chaps?