I am very peeved that my local council wants to charge me £22.20 to collect my bed. Especially as the neighboroughing councils operate a free bulk household waste collection.
No wonder some people dump their rubbish on the streets. Being charged over 20 quid by the council doesnt really entice me to lift up the phone and get them to collect it.
Excuse me I thought that was why I was paying council tax
I suppose I could always just dump it on the roadside like the rest of our street does, but I couldnt do something like that. Tempting though
People who say 'innit' after every sentence
I don't even know what it means
She looks really nice.. innit
I want some food ... innit
I went to the cinema ... innit
Arghhhhhhhh
MODERATOR AT YOUR SERVICE
"If you're going to do something tonight, that you know you'll be sorry for in the morning, plan a lie in." Lorraine
it could be useful.. in the correct circumstances of course...
"Your cars out of oil Luv. I have some 'ere.. want me to pour some.. innit?"
"There's a pen in my bag somewhere.. I'm looking but I cannot find one .. innit"
not to mention the dog fouling advert campaign aimed at inner city kids.
"it just takes a minute to bag it and b..innit"
ooh and another thing.
WINKLES.....
why do men think that rubbin it on ya leg or sticking it onto ya bum/back when ya in bed gets ya ready for some loving. Do they think we have an erogenous zone there or something?
Maybe they just want to kindly reaure us that they havnt lost their most prized possesion. After all loosing their winkie seems to be a big fear of theirs, as it seems they touch themselves quite a few times during the day to check if all is as it should be in that region.
Poor little insecure sods
I dont mind a winkle on my leg, as long as it's on my knee. Let's face it...if we are lying side by side and he can reach my knee with his winkle, who am I to complain.
Winkles are a bit hard to get off once they're stuck on as well!
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