Oh boy, you are in all sorts of pap-shaped trouble now!
I feel I should explain. I come from a long line of people that don’t like being fucked about. By that, I mean people that say they’re going to do one thing, but end up not doing it. The annoyance is pretty much amplified if people say they’re going to do the same thing multiple times, and then do not deliver.
My nan used to get vexed at this, my mum still does and my eldest daughter is exhibiting all the signs of getting proper fucking narked when it happens to her.
The situation is perhaps compounded by the fact that I’m ultra-fucking-reliable, and like all wizards, arrive precisely when I mean to
I feel I should explain. I come from a long line of people that don’t like being fucked about. By that, I mean people that say they’re going to do one thing, but end up not doing it. The annoyance is pretty much amplified if people say they’re going to do the same thing multiple times, and then do not deliver.
That’s exactly how I feel about delivery of our new emoticons, Pap!
I feel I should explain. I come from a long line of people that don’t like being fucked about. By that, I mean people that say they’re going to do one thing, but end up not doing it. The annoyance is pretty much amplified if people say they’re going to do the same thing multiple times, and then do not deliver.
That’s exactly how I feel about delivery of our new emoticons, Pap!
FFS!
Bearsy obviously thinks his 4th star justifies the delay.
4th star?*
Anyway, I don’t blame Bearsy. I blame Pap.
*what is about this place that constantly makes me feel really thick?! I get zero references, zero jokes, zero all round!
If you’re a short bloke, keeping women happy something you either learn:-
a) very quickly
b) never
We’re way down the pecking order. Effort is therefore mandated
I really want to disagree with this, and firmly pull Pap up on his generalisation, and give a few examples that prove this is categorically not the case.
But unfortunately I can’t. Women definitely do like tall men (until they get a neck ache).
*what is about this place that constantly makes me feel really thick?! I get zero references, zero jokes, zero all round!
I think you’ve unwittingly outed yourself as the sort of person that wouldn’t reconcile a hangover with a sausage and egg McMuffin. That’s fine. Despite our many protestations to the contrary, many of us proles (relatively speaking in comparison to your highness, of course) will do a dirty Maccys, and as a consequence, would have spent time in long-arsed queues inexplicably waiting for shit food, long enough to have noticed the badges that signify progress in the McDonalds world.
The Five Star superstars are usually over-eager little bastards, the shit in the food only equalled by the shit that flows from their gobs. While you’re waiting for your food, you normally hear Mr Five Star say the exact same things to the customer behind you, even the ever-so-humourous quip about sauce.
One star = “worked here for a month and has not knowingly masturbated in the food”
Zero stars = “worked here for less than a month and/or has knowingly masturbated in the food”.
I think you’ve unwittingly outed yourself as the sort of person that wouldn’t reconcile a hangover with a sausage and egg McMuffin. That’s fine. Despite our many protestations to the contrary, many of us proles (relatively speaking in comparison to your highness, of course) will do a dirty Maccys, and as a consequence, would have spent time in long-arsed queues inexplicably waiting for shit food, long enough to have noticed the badges that signify progress in the McDonalds world.
The Five Star superstars are usually over-eager little bastards, the shit in the food only equalled by the shit that flows from their gobs. While you’re waiting for your food, you normally hear Mr Five Star say the exact same things to the customer behind you, even the ever-so-humourous quip about sauce.
One star = “worked here for a month and has not knowingly masturbated in the food”
Zero stars = “worked here for less than a month and/or has knowingly masturbated in the food”.
I’ve probably had max x10 McDonalds in my life, and for most if them I would have been lucky enough to have been conscious by the time I reached the front of the queue, never mind the wherewithal to pick up on such cultural references.
FFS, Phil. You can get from Dubai to Southampton, but cannot get yourself to the Old Farmhouse? It does food, y’know. Can’t speak to the evenings, but the brekkie has been a delicious life-saver on a delicate Saturday morning.
Also, we’ve got those taxi things in this country.
