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36 minutes ago, Dosser-fae-the-shire said:


It's pretty fuckin obvious. There's a picture of a boy on a bike.

 

3 hours ago, Miguel Sanchez said:

I've seen numerous posters dotted around for "Glasgow European Championships 2018"

None of these posters detail what they are the European Championships of. I saw one on the subway yesterday that said "6 sports" on it as well and most of them seem to have someone in a wheelchair, so I'm assuming it's some sort of disabled sports thing. But as advertising goes, whether it's a ploy to make you look it up in your own time or the ineptitude of whoever made the posters, oh, it's annoying.

Observation not your strongest suit either, seemingly.

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4 hours ago, Boghead ranter said:

Just setting off from Waverley, & my seat is right in the middle of a hen party.

Whats wrong with that? You may ask.

The hen party seems to entirely consist of the sorts who only go to a pub on the last Friday before Xmas.

"ohh, we have enough prosecco for 1 bottle between 2!" is the cringiest comment so far.

Not even any wids among them.

Brings me nicely to a story.

Get on train at Waverley for a stag in Newcastle. Quickly notice the large group of attractive ladies next to us who are drinking also.

Thinking this is gonnae be a great hour and a half train journey with a few quality wids. 

They got off at Haymarket :thumbsdown

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26 minutes ago, Gaz FFC said:

Brings me nicely to a story.

Get on train at Waverley for a stag in Newcastle. Quickly notice the large group of attractive ladies next to us who are drinking also.

Thinking this is gonnae be a great hour and a half train journey with a few quality wids. 

They got off at Haymarket :thumbsdown

On a train going from the Waverley to Newcastle?

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On a train going from the Waverley to Newcastle?


That's obscene. Imagine fucking off a night of cheap drink and triples to spend a night in Edinburgh. Whoever they are, that's needing sorted out!
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56 minutes ago, Gaz FFC said:

Brings me nicely to a story.

Get on train at Waverley for a stag in Newcastle. Quickly notice the large group of attractive ladies next to us who are drinking also.

Thinking this is gonnae be a great hour and a half train journey with a few quality wids. 

They got off at Haymarket :thumbsdown

Isn't that a euphemism or am I being woodshed?

Or aren't you aware that it is a euphemism and what it means?

So many questions.

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1 minute ago, Angusfifer said:

American food aisles springing up in supermarkets. The Scottish diet is bad enough without the morbidly obese capital of the world sending across their crap... 

What supermarket? Their microwavable burger and breakfast shite is brilliant.

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6 hours ago, GordonD said:

On a train going from the Waverley to Newcastle?

 

I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us,
And he began to speak
He said, "Son, I've made a life
Out of readin' people's faces
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind me sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice"
So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die
in your sleep
And when he finished speakin'
He turned back toward the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler he broke even
But in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
You've got to know when to hold 'em (when to hold 'em)
Know when to fold 'em (when to fold 'em)
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
 
 
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I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us,
And he began to speak He said, "Son, I've made a life
Out of readin' people's faces
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind me sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice" So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die
in your sleep And when he finished speakin'
He turned back toward the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler he broke even
But in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done You've got to know when to hold 'em (when to hold 'em)
Know when to fold 'em (when to fold 'em)
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done    


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