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Did my back in lifting up my son on saturday. The wife is seeing me struggle to stand, walk and lift things in general and likes to ignore my severe discomfort to let me try and change nappies and lift things for her. Once i can take a step or two without a spasm there is pie getting a swift booting

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I'd have to get full-on petty over it. Call him Archie as often as you can in front of her. Make up a theme song for him, complete with a jazz-hands-grand-finish dance. Get his name printed on his food and water dishes.

I'm also like this, the more petty the better. I either go to this kind of extreme and just do as much as I can to rile someone who starts a petty thing like that, or I just can't be bothered at all and ignore them completely. Usually the petty option is much more fun though.

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So im getting a new cat, hes only a kitten mind but im delighted. Hes a Grey Tom, after thinking about it over a matter of days i settled on the name Archie. Not for any particular reason, i like the name and happen to think it suits him. The problem is my aunt has decided she really doesnt like the name and spent a few hours before i went to see the kitten and give the breeder a desposit for him trying to convince me to name him anything but Archie. She hit out with alternatives including Picard, Anton, Doyle, Ripley and Riley. I ultimately named him Archie as planned but she just wont fucking let this lie, since Friday she has repeatedly brought the subject up and finally i just had to sit her down and tell her "End of the day its my cat, ive called him Archie, accept it and let it lie" Now shes actually in a fucking huff with me(real mature this one) So far ive just tried to ignore it but if she fucking keeps on about it im gonna end up having a fall out with her. Its so fucking trivial but she just wont let it go.

Tell her to buy her own fucking cat and then she can call it what the f**k she wants.

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I'd have to get full-on petty over it. Call him Archie as often as you can in front of her. Make up a theme song for him, complete with a jazz-hands-grand-finish dance. Get his name printed on his food and water dishes.

Im gonna buy him a collar and get a name tag for it

 

He should get one of these as well.

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Greenie for you sir

 

Tell her to buy her own fucking cat and then she can call it what the f**k she wants.

She has her own cat, its a unbelievably fat f**k who will eat anything in sight including plastic bags, furnature and even fucking window blinds. She has tried to "Educate" on keeping animals a few times and ive simply replied "Your cat eats plastic bags, you really cant advise me on f**k all" Bit harsh but its effective

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The last couple of weeks, I've been forced to watch this programme Love Island. For those of you who don't know what Love Island is, it's a reality dating show whereby an equal amount of ridiculously fucking thick, overly muscly guys and equally stupid girls are paired up in a villa in a presumably Spanish/Greek resort.

They don't really do much, apart from pretending that their dull as f**k lives matter, as well as having those irritating arguments that - regardless of the topic of conversation - go something like this:

"At the end of the day, yeah, d'you know what I mean, yeah? Like, I'm just one of these people, yeah, you get me?"

I'm not an overt intelligent guy (this may have become quite obvious in my time as a P&B poster), but I feel that small parts of my intelligence are slowly fading away with every passing moment of watching this absolute clusterfuck of fake tan make-believe importance.

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The last couple of weeks, I've been forced to watch this programme Love Island. For those of you who don't know what Love Island is, it's a reality dating show whereby an equal amount of ridiculously fucking thick, overly muscly guys and equally stupid girls are paired up in a villa in a presumably Spanish/Greek resort.

They don't really do much, apart from pretending that their dull as f**k lives matter, as well as having those irritating arguments that - regardless of the topic of conversation - go something like this:

"At the end of the day, yeah, d'you know what I mean, yeah? Like, I'm just one of these people, yeah, you get me?"

I'm not an overt intelligent guy (this may have become quite obvious in my time as a P&B poster), but I feel that small parts of my intelligence are slowly fading away with every passing moment of watching this absolute clusterfuck of fake tan make-believe importance.

 

 

Who the f**k is "forcing" you to watch that? Are you in Guantanamo bay or something?

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The last couple of weeks, I've been forced to watch this programme Love Island. For those of you who don't know what Love Island is, it's a reality dating show whereby an equal amount of ridiculously fucking thick, overly muscly guys and equally stupid girls are paired up in a villa in a presumably Spanish/Greek resort.

They don't really do much, apart from pretending that their dull as f**k lives matter, as well as having those irritating arguments that - regardless of the topic of conversation - go something like this:

"At the end of the day, yeah, d'you know what I mean, yeah? Like, I'm just one of these people, yeah, you get me?"

I'm not an overt intelligent guy (this may have become quite obvious in my time as a P&B poster), but I feel that small parts of my intelligence are slowly fading away with every passing moment of watching this absolute clusterfuck of fake tan make-believe importance.

And no doubt a few of these will go on to have successful careers as "celebrities" and role  models for the gullible without having any talent at all.

Talking of which I see a trailer for a new programme with Joey Essex where he puts on his usual "thick as shit" act (at least I hope it's an act). Can anybody actually be that thick. He'll be getting well paid for acting like a twat which is the most infuriating thing about it.

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The last couple of weeks, I've been forced to watch this programme Love Island. For those of you who don't know what Love Island is, it's a reality dating show whereby an equal amount of ridiculously fucking thick, overly muscly guys and equally stupid girls are paired up in a villa in a presumably Spanish/Greek resort.

They don't really do much, apart from pretending that their dull as f**k lives matter, as well as having those irritating arguments that - regardless of the topic of conversation - go something like this:

"At the end of the day, yeah, d'you know what I mean, yeah? Like, I'm just one of these people, yeah, you get me?"

I'm not an overt intelligent guy (this may have become quite obvious in my time as a P&B poster), but I feel that small parts of my intelligence are slowly fading away with every passing moment of watching this absolute clusterfuck of fake tan make-believe importance.

Overtly*

You knew that before you started watching Love Island.

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