Jimmy_Green
War Hero
What you need, MLP, is a mong golly.
NZ_Bootneck said:I love it when the aged decide to go shopping after 5PM, wander the aisles aimlessly and then turn up at the check out with a tin of cat food, 220Ml carton of milk, a loaf of bread and want to spend all evening discussing their ailments with the checkout chick whilst the queue grows steadily behind them.
Almost as much as following a granny grimble in her Suzuki Swift at 8.30 AM as she trundles in to town at 30KPH, to go to the Senior Citizens Club or stand outside the Library for 45 minutes until 9.30 when the doors open.
Why can't they shop and bimble about between 9-5 when all folk are at work?
Montigny_La_Palisse said:wardmaster said:That is my ambition, trouble is I've got nine years to go and I don't think I'll make it. I'll probably die of a coronary sustained in a supermarket when some younger tosser gets angry 'cos I'm holding him up in his ever so important life and I fill him in too aggressively.
You couldn't fill in a request form you tart. Plus it would probably take you six hours to decide wether to throw with your left or your right. Now, toddle off to the shop and get your paper, if you set off now you should make opening time in the morning.
wardmaster said:Jimmy_Green said:And old people. Fcuking coffin dodgers that when they've done their weekly shop at the supermarket amble out and stop dead still in the doorway while they put their change away or read the fcuking till receipt. Similarly when they come to the top or bottom of escalators they stop to gather their thoughts and take in the fcuking scenery. Get out of the way you alzheimers ridden, p!ss stinking old pharts.
And then there's women with pushchairs or supermarket trollies. Haven't got a fcuking clue where they're going, and they'll always run into you, smashing your ankles. Never, ever give a woman anything with wheels on it unless it's a fcuking vacuum cleaner. :twisted:
When I am leisurely spending my big fat RN pension I shall take great pleasure in the knowledge that I am probably offending some thick, ill-educated and boorish serving matelot. You've quite made my day. Now, where did I put my Tesco Clubcard?
Crabman said:wardmaster said:Jimmy_Green said:And old people. Fcuking coffin dodgers that when they've done their weekly shop at the supermarket amble out and stop dead still in the doorway while they put their change away or read the fcuking till receipt. Similarly when they come to the top or bottom of escalators they stop to gather their thoughts and take in the fcuking scenery. Get out of the way you alzheimers ridden, p!ss stinking old pharts.
And then there's women with pushchairs or supermarket trollies. Haven't got a fcuking clue where they're going, and they'll always run into you, smashing your ankles. Never, ever give a woman anything with wheels on it unless it's a fcuking vacuum cleaner. :twisted:
When I am leisurely spending my big fat RN pension I shall take great pleasure in the knowledge that I am probably offending some thick, ill-educated and boorish serving matelot. You've quite made my day. Now, where did I put my Tesco Clubcard?
Big fat RN pension? Did you retire as an Admiral or merely a CPO?
Taloolah said:Methinks some of the folks on here need to get a proper hobby. :roll:
slim said:Crabman said:wardmaster said:Jimmy_Green said:And old people. Fcuking coffin dodgers that when they've done their weekly shop at the supermarket amble out and stop dead still in the doorway while they put their change away or read the fcuking till receipt. Similarly when they come to the top or bottom of escalators they stop to gather their thoughts and take in the fcuking scenery. Get out of the way you alzheimers ridden, p!ss stinking old pharts.
And then there's women with pushchairs or supermarket trollies. Haven't got a fcuking clue where they're going, and they'll always run into you, smashing your ankles. Never, ever give a woman anything with wheels on it unless it's a fcuking vacuum cleaner. :twisted:
When I am leisurely spending my big fat RN pension I shall take great pleasure in the knowledge that I am probably offending some thick, ill-educated and boorish serving matelot. You've quite made my day. Now, where did I put my Tesco Clubcard?
Big fat RN pension? Did you retire as an Admiral or merely a CPO?
Being as you are a crab you may be forgiven for your lack of knowlege of RN ranks. A Wardmaster was a commisioned SBA (Sick Berth Attendant) or (Medical Assistant). The one that I knew was a Sub/Lt but I would imagine that they could be promoted far higher than that. Perhaps Wardmaster will enlighten us as to how far?