dear Fata, when you called me a nazi last week, i may have over reacted (doubtful)

Love Grace Potter. So bummed I was too sick to see her show in February. Extra bummed I couldn't find anyone who could take the tickets to enjoy the show for me.
 
Shit song! :eek:

not sure if its that whinney arsed fucker from wulvur'ampton aka plant wailing on and on and on and fucking on...

top of the pops theme

or being absoultly shit faced at knebworth ........
 
not sure if its that whinney arsed fucker from wulvur'ampton aka plant wailing on and on and on and fucking on...

top of the pops theme

or being absoultly shit faced at knebworth ........

You mean that sexy rock god with a lion's golden mane?
 
I had a skip. For an hour and there was carnage. :(

people flytipping led zepplin cds and stuff in it?

people have no respect for other peoples skips nowaday not like when i was young. Solid oak, hand crafted skips!
 
Did every cunt within a hundred mile radius come and dump crap in it?
 
people flytipping led zepplin cds and stuff in it?

people have no respect for other peoples skips nowaday not like when i was young. Solid oak, hand crafted skips!

It's a long bleak tale. Basically I ordered a pink skip. When he pulled up he eyeballed me violently and said "GOTTA PERMIT?" My reply was something along the lines of, "oh my dear gentleman, no one informed me I required a permit", but with lots of gnashing of teeth. Anyway, he wouldn't unload the fucker as it was "his job on the line, love". Couldn't sort out a permit for ages and we'd emptied two big sheds of crap on to the back garden. So eventually he offered to come back the day after in his dinner break and unload it but keep clipped to the lorry as legally then the skip wasn't "on road". I agreed with Pinky to do this and it would save me a further £60 but meant only an hour to load everything. So, yesterday he turns up, drops the big pink beast (oh prior to this we'd moved the most of the shite to the side of the house so it would be closer for chucking and some cunt came along thinking it was fly tipping but that's another boring story) and we started filling the bugger up. I wasn't much use because of spiders but after a while my mate says there's tons of room left, see if there's owt in the house you can chuck.

Meanwhile the neighbours are hanging about with bin bags and pipes to see if they can get in on the act (cunts) so I dashed back into the house. One of the things I'd chucked was a Red Cross step that my mum used to step into the kitchen. It must have been a muscle memory thing on my part but I went flying. Honest to god I went down like the Twin Towers. There are black skid marks from my Sketchers on the kitchen tiles. I was in fucking agony but tried to haul myself up before my mate or Pinky saw me prone like a twat in the kitchen. So I managed to get up and back outside to my mate was asking why I was a funny colour and dragging my leg after me. Oh then Pinky starts banging on about all the loot he's found in skips including last week a WW2 German bayonet he got £300 for, basically I was just trying not to cry at this point and wanted to lie down. On the pavement.

My leg is black and blue, and my palms. Stiff all over. Sore as fuck. I think I should have had a yellow skip. The pink got me over excited.
 
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You need a permit to fill the skip with garbage?

Little wonder that no one throws out old shit in the UK.
 
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