Little things that annoy you.

Businesses that ask if you want to make a donation to their charity appeal when you're paying at the checkout. Puts you on the spot and makes you look like a selfish cvnt when you say no.
Also when they ask if you would like to round up your bill so they can donate it to charity. How about you donate to charity with your fucking obscene profits and stop trying to gouge your customers. 🤬
 
On the subject of Charities, i wonder how much actually gets spent on the person/child or animal? After everybody has had their cut.
 
Went for my flu and Covid jabs this morning and was guided through the process by 5 different people, all using IPads and was asked my date of birth 4 times. WTF?
 
Flies! I hate the ugly little bastards with a passion. Mosquitoes I hate more, but flies just irritate the shit out of me. I can be minding my own business and they come right for my head and face. I visualize them flying and landing in shit and then landing on me.

Most bugs and spiders I catch and release, not flies. I'd quite happily rip there wings and legs off and watch them bobble around. I just killed one of the little fucker while reading the bounce and thought I'd share yet another thing I hate.
 
Flies! I hate the ugly little bastards with a passion. Mosquitoes I hate more, but flies just irritate the shit out of me. I can be minding my own business and they come right for my head and face. I visualize them flying and landing in shit and then landing on me.

Most bugs and spiders I catch and release, not flies. I'd quite happily rip there wings and legs off and watch them bobble around. I just killed one of the little fucker while reading the bounce and thought I'd share yet another thing I hate.
Over here when I'm outside I won't step on an ant if I can help it. Inside though it's all out war. The electric tennis racket deals with mosquitoes very well but for flies a different tactic is needed. Soak a facecloth sized cloth then squeeze out the excess water so it's not dripping but still has some weight. Stand back from the fly then throw it as hard and as fast as you can. Dodge that ya bastard.
I'm typing this whilst waiting for lunch in an outdoor restaurant near a river.....fly country and nae wet cloth 😡
 
Filling in forms manually (pen and paper) is nippy these days. Especially bad when they ask you multiple times for information (typically name, address etc) that they already have.
 
Those new juice bottle tops that don't come off are a right pain in the hoop

I ordered a 12 pack of Irn Bru of Amazon a few months back and thought the case was defective. I had no fuckin clue that was a thing until I was back hame last month and all the bottles were the same. And don't get me started on those fuckin shitty paper straws!
 
I ordered a 12 pack of Irn Bru of Amazon a few months back and thought the case was defective. I had no fuckin clue that was a thing until I was back hame last month and all the bottles were the same. And don't get me started on those fuckin shitty paper straws!
what age are ye, 5? Can ye no live life without straws?
 
My gripe for today is fucking cats....I hate the bastards...been feeding the birds in my garden all year. Up until this morning I had 2 pair of wood pigeons and now there's only 3...honestly it seems like every neighbour has at least 2 here. I have a large garden and they are constantly prowling around. Ive lost count of the amount of birds I've found dead out there this year
 
My gripe for today is fucking cats....I hate the bastards...been feeding the birds in my garden all year. Up until this morning I had 2 pair of wood pigeons and now there's only 3...honestly it seems like every neighbour has at least 2 here. I have a large garden and they are constantly prowling around. Ive lost count of the amount of birds I've found dead out there this year
Theyre *&*^ like Slipps.... and thats frae a cat owner!

Luckily, I can rest easy knowing that mine hasnae ever went for any birds as she is a fat lazy *&*^ and couldnae catch a cold if her life depended on it. The fat *&*^
 
Theyre *&*^ like Slipps.... and thats frae a cat owner!

Luckily, I can rest easy knowing that mine hasnae ever went for any birds as she is a fat lazy *&*^ and couldnae catch a cold if her life depended on it. The fat *&*^
EGers I’ve been mulling on your candour re your moggie.

Mine has turned into a moaning bastard and I’m frankly struggling not to have him made into a hat. Just never fkcn stops whining.

I blame his age and also my daughter who fussed over him relentlessly, and now she’s no longer at home, he expects it from me. Which, to say the least, indicates he is not a sound judge of character.

One day he’ll push me too far. :coffee1:
 
EGers I’ve been mulling on your candour re your moggie.

Mine has turned into a moaning bastard and I’m frankly struggling not to have him made into a hat. Just never fkcn stops whining.

I blame his age and also my daughter who fussed over him relentlessly, and now she’s no longer at home, he expects it from me. Which, to say the least, indicates he is not a sound judge of character.

One day he’ll push me too far. :coffee1:

........ and then you can give him away.










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EGers I’ve been mulling on your candour re your moggie.

Mine has turned into a moaning bastard and I’m frankly struggling not to have him made into a hat. Just never fkcn stops whining.

I blame his age and also my daughter who fussed over him relentlessly, and now she’s no longer at home, he expects it from me. Which, to say the least, indicates he is not a sound judge of character.

One day he’ll push me too far. :coffee1:
Mine was a rescue as a kitten. As she grew, she decided to have the coat of a feckin chinchilla! We are talking 5 Ryans thick. Goes fecking everywhere. She just eats. Sleeps for 12hours a day, stares at me like she hates my guts, then fecks off out at night, before returning in the morning to eat. Thing is, shes absolutely stunning to look at. People always comment on that... but really, shes just a fat bassa and would gouge your eyes out for a half "dreamie".

Thick as pigshit tae.
 
Mine was a rescue as a kitten. As she grew, she decided to have the coat of a feckin chinchilla! We are talking 5 Ryans thick. Goes fecking everywhere. She just eats. Sleeps for 12hours a day, stares at me like she hates my guts, then fecks off out at night, before returning in the morning to eat. Thing is, shes absolutely stunning to look at. People always comment on that... but really, shes just a fat bassa and would gouge your eyes out for a half "dreamie".

Thick as pigshit tae.
Mine just fucking mewls all day long.

Yowls away - I feed him.

Yowls away again. I let him out the house, and then back in, after the two minutes it takes him to decide this really wasn’t what he was after to begin with.

Yowls away again - I pick him up for a cuddle, and then - like a newborn - the bastard takes the hump if I sit down while doing so. No I’ve got to stand up, or even walk around, with the princeling in arm, to be granted a moments peace. And then he gets bored of that and I put him down.

And he yowls again.

A rescue cat an all. I think our problem EGers, perhaps lies herein. These cats are members of the British underclass, brimming with entitlement and not prepared to lift a finger, unless some foreign cat shows up in the garden.

Pedigrees next time round, I think is the lesson.
 
My gripe for today is fucking cats....I hate the bastards...been feeding the birds in my garden all year. Up until this morning I had 2 pair of wood pigeons and now there's only 3...honestly it seems like every neighbour has at least 2 here. I have a large garden and they are constantly prowling around. Ive lost count of the amount of birds I've found dead out there this year

My neighbours cat is never out my bloody garden.

This moggy hasn't got the killer instinct you're experiencing though. There is a tree at the bottom of my garden that a pair of magpies nest in and I quite often see them take the piss out the cat; basically playing chicken with it. The birds will bounce about on a difficult to reach branch then fly off when the fuzzball inevitably gets itself stuck. Daft bastard never learns it can't reach them.
 
Mine just fucking mewls all day long.

Yowls away - I feed him.

Yowls away again. I let him out the house, and then back in, after the two minutes it takes him to decide this really wasn’t what he was after to begin with.

Yowls away again - I pick him up for a cuddle, and then - like a newborn - the bastard takes the hump if I sit down while doing so. No I’ve got to stand up, or even walk around, with the princeling in arm, to be granted a moments peace. And then he gets bored of that and I put him down.

And he yowls again.

A rescue cat an all. I think our problem EGers, perhaps lies herein. These cats are members of the British underclass, brimming with entitlement and not prepared to lift a finger, unless some foreign cat shows up in the garden.

Pedigrees next time round, I think is the lesson.
You've just not come to terms with being a cat servant yet, M.

My cat is a great hunter, he mainly hunts dogs. He's a Bengal cat, part bred from wild Asian Leopard Cats and has a bit of a fierce side as a few canines have found out to their chagrine when they come near his/my territory.

I'm alright with that.