That would be a crude analogy in the form of a hypothetical suggestion with no possible application. :)
And no rant content ;)

Rant- Oh crap, time to get ready for work now T__T

ozoneocean
And no rant content ;)

lolfixed

RANT – My finger hurts.

I can never love you, that would be forbidden love…

I went clothes shopping today because I needed some new shirts and the sales were on. Man I hate shopping for clothes. And it doesn't help that suddenly every place is stocking styles that looked shocking even back in 1988, let alone 2008! Pattersn, colours and ill-fitting styles that only mothers would buy unfortunate retarded children. Because almost no one bought that crap themselves. It's not even like it's “just bringing back 80's stuff” like they did with 70's stuff etc. Rather, they continued to produce that shit in the bad styles with the horrible colours and patterns and only sold it in the cheapest places for years (and people rarely bought it even there). So it's not bringing back the 80's really (although that's were it started), it's a raiding of the crap clothes people don't buy and trying to make them popular.

It goes to show: You make smearing yourself in dog faeces “fashionable” and you'll shortly be charging people for the privilege.

ozoneocean
Man I hate shopping for clothes.

I hate wearing clothes.

*looks at last few pages of thread*
Guess this is the new Top Drawer. :/

Skullbie
*looks at last few pages of thread*
Guess this is the new Top Drawer. :/

no you know that's located in my sig.

i'm trying not to be as crappy as lefarce when it comes to banning. lefarce has come and some of it's funny….but i know he's just trying to get me to be a doosh…and it's working a little….but i've done my best to just let him stay not banned…

also, nothing's open today, i can't get to all the fireworks display, and the one i was planning on going to was cancelled, due to the lake being still flooded…

We have american neighbors in the house right beside our house. Every year. EVERY FUCKING YEAR. At Eleven Fifty-Nine on the night before america's birthday, they feel it necessary to wake us up by setting off fireworks in their backyard. Let me repeat: EVERY FUCKING YEAR.

Time for my first rant, I think.

I hate my job. Despise it, with a passion.

I'm a checkout clerk in a local supermarket, serving (and this is important) local people. Now, ordinarily, I wouldn't have much to deal with. A few troublesome kids, the odd deaf old lady, whatever.

But no. I have to work here. It's a place called Brandhall, in suburban England, just outside Birmingham. Here, we get the scum of Britain.

I'm not the type to hold prejudices, but after serving the people I have for the last nine months, I can fully understand where stereotypes originate.

Prime example.

Kid comes in. He's wearing a baseball cap, but underneath you can clearly see his prison-shaved head. He's also wearing a prison-white tracksuit, walking like his left leg's broken, has rap music blasting from his phone and smells faintly of weed.

He gets to the counter, after sucking his teeth at some old people in the queue (who I apologised to, when they arrived at my checkout) and wants nothing but a packet of cigarette papers.

I'm not an idiot. I know the guy wants it to roll weed. Thing is, we have a policy in our store that in order to buy any tobacco-related products, you have to either look 21 or over, or be able to produce ID. Considering there's an on-the-spot fine of £80 and possible criminal prosecution, I wasn't going to take any chances.

Needless to say, this guy was capable of neither.

Queue 10 minutes of me explaining our policy, why I'm not going to put my ass on the line just so he can get high, and being called every name under the sun (most of which I didn't understand, since he was trying to speak like a stereotypical black person and failing miserably at it).

Ugh.

Every fucking day.

For nine months.

…I leave in two weeks.

Lygo
I'm a checkout clerk in a local supermarket, serving (and this is important) local people.

That was all you had to say.

Lygo
Here, we get the scum of Britain.

Lies. It is in my hometown of Runcorn that the scum of Britain is bred.

Custard Trout
Lies. It is in my hometown of Runcorn that the scum of Britain is bred.

I'll see your scum and raise you hobos.

Can I call using punks?

Also… Why was Top Drawer closed?

Product Placement
Also… Why was Top Drawer closed?

Because it was a horrible place.

Lygo
I'll see your scum and raise you hobos.

We only have one of those.

He plays a bango made out of a box and a shoe string.

Um… my name is Arashi Kumomura, and I'm an instant message-oholic. Darn KALA always AIMing me.

But please… don't stop…

Puff_Of_Smoke
We have american neighbors in the house right beside our house. Every year. EVERY FUCKING YEAR. At Eleven Fifty-Nine on the night before america's birthday, they feel it necessary to wake us up by setting off fireworks in their backyard. Let me repeat: EVERY FUCKING YEAR.

If you're in the UK, maybe they're just making up for the 50 days a year British folks set off fireworks all night (entire month leading up to Guy Fawkes day included)

Unless you live in Brandhall, then it's more like 100 days.

Lygo
It's a place called Brandhall, in suburban England, just outside Birmingham.

Could be worse. Could be in Wolverhampton.



I bought a nice 3-bean salad from Tesco yesterday to eat, and although it doesn't expire til tomorrow it's gone bad already :[ No fair.

skoolmunkee

Puff_Of_Smoke
We have american neighbors in the house right beside our house. Every year. EVERY FUCKING YEAR. At Eleven Fifty-Nine on the night before america's birthday, they feel it necessary to wake us up by setting off fireworks in their backyard. Let me repeat: EVERY FUCKING YEAR.

If you're in the UK, maybe they're just making up for the 50 days a year British folks set off fireworks all night (entire month leading up to Guy Fawkes day included)

Unless you live in Brandhall, then it's more like 100 days.

Japan. We're cranky.

Hey, Windows Vista, you know when I drag a file to a folder, you usually put that file in it? Like you were did with the first three? Yeah? Great, so why the fuck did you suddenly decide that's not how it fucking works?

Also we had to get a new router. It's a piece of shit.

skoolmunkee
Could be worse. Could be in Wolverhampton.

…Ouch.

Had an ex who went to Wolverhampton Uni. Not a nice place to even visit, let alone live in.

skoolmunkee
I bought a nice 3-bean salad from Tesco yesterday to eat, and although it doesn't expire til tomorrow it's gone bad already :[ No fair.

I apologise on behalf of the whole of retail for your spoiled 3-bean salad. Our sell-by dates are more like… guidelines.

Living in the USA (and the New Jersey Shore) between last week of May (Memorial day) spiking in July and continuing to the first week of September (Labor Day) my neighborhood sounds like downtown Baghdad or Beirut with the constant popping of fireworks.

Since I live at the shore (about a mile from the beach) I see fireworks every weekend.

July 4th was noisy. *pop* *pop* *pop* *bang-bang-bang*

Gunner co-ax troops in the open, fire! (I'd love to show then some real fireworks)

i got a new d-link router. i thought i'd treat myself, seeing as, the old one is 3 years old. it would stop traffic, and occasionally turn of internet connection. also, it wouldnt let my 360 play games online. i could be “logged on” my xbox could see the internet, and recieve, but wouldnt send. i quickly switched back to my old router. (which is also a d-link)

my friend has a wireless other company router. his is doing the same thing.

So the Fourth was great. Except someone decided that instead of my neighborhood just sounding like downtown Baghdad like bravo said, it should actually be downtown Baghdad. So now I've got .22 bullet holes in one of my tires on my car and all over the stop sign down the street. The Asian neighbors got their car totally wasted too, with all the windows blown out and several rounds through the front window into the seats. I have a strong suspicion of who it was, since one of the guys down the street has made his view that all artists are faggots and all Asians are chinks rather well known.

Well. I used to be an addict to soda. Or whatever you may want to call it.
I could drink like, a 2-liter in a matter of a few short hours. And it was getting worse and worse by the day.

So Monday rolls by, and I decide to dump out the rest of the soda I was drinking. And started a ‘No soda’ diet thing. I've been ‘clean’ for like, 4 days.

I'd say yesterday was the hardest day so far. I went to a store called Meijer with my friend, and I couldn't find the tea I wanted. So I almost picked up a 2-liter of Mountain Dew. I was so close, you don't even know.

But, luckily, I found the tea in another part of the store, bought it. And I feel I'm a better person for it.

Hopefully I'll see some results soon.

Also, girls these days seem to only want guys that are complete a-holes. Not gonna lie. I did just about everything to get this one girl to like me. I wrote her a poem, gave her MANY compliments, but nothing seems to work.

And I'm still not able to draw my comic. I need to do more scripting and such. And I'm very impatient when it comes to that. I'd much rather just start the first page, rather than script. But I think it'll make for a better comic.


Phew. That's it.

lba, you live on another planet to me. The closest we come to that where I live is the whatever-the-hell they do at night at the special forces (S.A.S.) base down the road. Sometimes with a lot of noise and helicopters. But if you ask them apparently it was either nothing at all or it was someone else entirely…

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Why do people meet up in pubs? Or; why do pubs suck so much? Ok, you meet in pubs because it's neutral ground, there's often a bit of atmosphere, and there's drink to lubricate the social wheels. The trouble is that being social involves verbal communication, and at night pubs seem infested with music broadcast at just the right frequency so as to make verbal communication almost completely impossible, unless you want to spend the night shouting, lip-reading, or cupping your year and repeatedly asking “eh?” like some annoying cartoon grandfather…

…I think it's the fault of the ***king imbecile sitting there with his sound system. He doesn't realise that people don't give a crap about his inane taste in music, they're there to chat to each other. If they wanted to listen to a bunch of old CDs they'd bloody well have stayed at home where it was warm. >_<

Ryuthehedgewolf
Also, girls these days seem to only want guys that are complete a-holes. Not gonna lie. I did just about everything to get this one girl to like me. I wrote her a poem, gave her MANY compliments, but nothing seems to work.

Asshole means guys who aren't you, in this case?

Custard Trout

Ryuthehedgewolf
Also, girls these days seem to only want guys that are complete a-holes. Not gonna lie. I did just about everything to get this one girl to like me. I wrote her a poem, gave her MANY compliments, but nothing seems to work.

Asshole means guys who aren't you, in this case?

Not necessarily. I'm saying most of the guys that girls go for at my school, ARE a-holes.
But I know I am not an a-hole. Considering almost every girl I talk to at my school says I'm really sweet.
:P

Skullbie
*looks at last few pages of thread*
Guess this is the new Top Drawer. :/

heh. i figured we'd just take something else :)

I'm really worried that my best friend is going to get sent to a group home. She's not even a bad kid, but apparently after she freaked out on her mom one night(her mother is very controlling, and my friend is kind of a free spirit), these people came over to talk to her about the possibility. She says she doesn't think it's going to happen, but I'm worried about her all the same. We do some stuff that adults don't tend to condone in teenagers sometimes, but nothing that should get her sent into a group home.

Also, my dad is really ticked off at me right now, which is never good. Ever since my older sister moved out, he's really the only person in my house I can talk to or stand to be around.

Randomly off topic, or whatever… As always. What the hell happened? This site has changed, and I'm sure someone, some where along the line has posted something equally retarded. But WTF? I must have been a sleep for a very long time!
I've noticed that D.D. or whom ever runs this now has added more bling then what I was used to. And the support for the bigger, badder, money making comics has increased to an all time high. Whatever happened to the support of the random comics?
It's sad to see that someone's making money off artist's that are most likely starving, and putting their heart and soul into something that doesn't get supported.

Insurance companies. 28 june 2008, I black-out and roll my beloved car of 9 years(I put 103,000 miles on my little Purple Saturn. RIP)

Now I have to go to about four doctors and get painful tests. For the first ten days I can go anywhere and see anyone without pre-certification. HA! Even in the USA getting a specialist doctor to see you within 10 days is impossible. Then I can't drive until I know what the hell is wrong with me. I have constant migraine headaches and random dizziness (that started before the accident, now it's non-stop)

And to top it off someone at the accident stole my sunglasses. :)

Thank God I can always see the irony and humor in everything because with all this I just have got to laugh. Imagine dealing with a doctor's secretary who is best described as a “box of rocks”. I was laughing so hard. :)

And the unit I was in for 11 years just deployed to Iraq. Another car accident took me out of the military but I'd still rather be with them.

FIDO.

Here in the states, I've started to hear a new crop of Public Service Radio Announcements on the progressive radio station, for when the Radio station didn't sell an ad time slot. They all start with “In times like these….” and go on to list all the things all the things to look for and do, when terrorists or insane people invade your work place, or when terrorists or insane people invade your kid's school, or if you are walking in a parking lot, etc.
We are coming up on an election in the fall, the ads, in opinion, are just scare mongering for the conservative administration. They should end with “…Be very very VERY afraid, at ALL times. Remember, vote Republican, or you and your kids will die.”
The PSA irritate me big time.

I'll probably seriously regret posting this, but…I really REALLY need to vent somewhere so…
I am so tired of my dad being an alcoholic. About oh, at least seven years straight (if not more) now he's done it, with vodka and whiskey mainly. He ALWAYS gets confronted by family about this…but it doesn't stop him. He's sort of tried to quit from time to time…but always immediately relapses. To top it off he has heart disease and had another heart surgery only a few years ago, and this is absolutely the worst thing he can do. I don't even know if he can REALLY quit now without killing himself.

Nowadays it's a rarity to seem him sober. It makes me so miserable seeing him like that all the time, I don't want his life to end that way, he is such a great man…