Just a bit of fun, finish the sentence with something you find annoying. I will get the ball rolling.

Don't you just hate it when....

....you have a mouthfull of cornflakes and you need to sneeze:D

...you realise that you have 12-18 months of slight pain and an inability to chew properly just for the sake of one small gap in your lower teeth no-one notices anyway.

Bit of a rant there. :mad:

Wilf

Originally posted by duffman

Don't you just hate it when....


........its monday.

.....you're skint but its still another week till payday

You can feel there's a bogey or something weird in your nose but it would be ruse to do anything but stand there and pretend it's not happening, even though everyone else can obviously see it too!

.... no buses come, then 3 turn up at once!!

Originally posted by duffman
Just a bit of fun, finish the sentence with something you find annoying. I will get the ball rolling.

Don't you just hate it when....

....you have a mouthfull of cornflakes and you need to sneeze:D

You meet the man of your dreams............

and then his beautiful wife!


Alanis knew what she was on about!

Originally posted by beckb
You meet the man of your dreams............

and then his beautiful wife!


Alanis knew what she was on about!

"...Isn't it Ironic".

Don't you just hate it when.... The traffic lights turn red, you cautiously approach, hoping they'll change and the second you stop, they turn green again!

Originally posted by amhudson119
"...Isn't it Ironic".

Yes but I also hate it when it happens!

u really like a girl, and she makes u believe she likes you then her bloke turns up. not good.

...donald rumsfeld can't keep his big mouth shut

The phone rings when you're in the shower

The bus/tram driver waits until you've legged it up to the door then shuts it on you and drives away :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:

Originally posted by Mosherchik
The phone rings when you're in the shower

The bus/tram driver waits until you've legged it up to the door then shuts it on you and drives away :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:

GAH! They do that to me all the time as well, especially on the Malin Bridge route... WTF?!

Would it kill them to wait 10 seconds for me to get on teh tram?! I realise they have schedules to keep to but surely a few extra seconds to let me on the tram would hardly make a noteable difference :loopy:

Originally posted by duffman


Don't you just hate it when....

:D

The cops break down your door in a dawn raid, take you computer away and confiscate all of your home movies

You put a handful of popcorn in your mouth at the cinema & it goes deathly silent! You daren't bite, breath or chew - aaaaagh!

When you're having a wash in a communal prison shower and the rope on your soap breaks. Ahhhh. Polo shaped cushion for the rest of you're sentence

Originally posted by beckb
You meet the man of your dreams............

and then his beautiful wife!


Alanis knew what she was on about!
She obviously didn't though because that ain't even irony..its just tough luck!!!

You’re in a cubicle in a public toilet reading various racist and gay musings on the wall when you realise that the ‘meet me here at’ post by the local cottager coincides with the present time and date. Then hearing a knock on the door from ‘Hammerhead’

(... people constantly quote alanis morisette, who's not really that talented, is she...)

... you hear a great record on the radio, but the dj doesn't tell you what it's called!!

You buy a new pillow, get it home and realise that the bit of plastic that held the price tag is stuck. You hold the pillow in both hands and take a big bite. At the same time the local gay rugby team mistakes your house for a public toilet and gets the wrong idea when she see your pillow biting antics

Originally posted by dylan_61
You buy a new pillow, get it home and realise that the bit of plastic that held the price tag is stuck. You hold the pillow in both hands and take a big bit. At the same time the local gay rugby team mistakes your house for a public toilet and gets the wrong idea when she see your pillow biting antics

WTF!? . . . Sorry you lost me on this one dylan.:loopy:

Originally posted by Lestat
WTF!? . . . Sorry you lost me on this one dylan.:loopy:

You're innocently bitting into a pillow when a group of gays on heat walk into your house, thinking you're offering yourself to them

Why would they mistake your house for public toilets? You trying to tell us something about your house? . . hehe just kidding, i know it's only your sense of hee-you-mor!:rolleyes:

What about - when you're dying for a dump and you finally reach a toilet after almost bursting your bladder. You dive onto the seat and let rip . . .oh yes, how good does that feel?

Then you reach over with tears of joy in your eyes and realise the toilet roll is empty.

What's wrong with living in a public toilet in a notorious cottaging area. It's eventful if nothing else

Originally posted by Lestat
What about - when you're dying for a dump and you finally reach a toilet after almost bursting your bladder. You dive onto the seat and let rip . . .oh yes, how good does that feel?

That's the one. When you've been walking home looking like you've got a wooden leg because your rectum is about to explode. Minutes feel like hours. You start looking at alley ways so see if you can drop one quickly without anyone seeing. The further you go the greater the pain, your eyes start to water while you debate the merits of ****ting yourself compared to the relief you'll feel when you've 'been'

Slowly you reach your house, you can't find the keys, you finally get in and someone has just walked into the bathroom. They finish, you enter and don't even notice the smell and relax. I usually like to close my eyes at this point to heighten the pleaseure.

Ummm.

I once got caught short and had to drop one in the Botanical Gardens

You ever met anyone famous in there dylan? maybe last christmas, those bad boys who stick together, never, sad boys. They give a wham and a bam but dont give a damn so be careful with any careless whispers or they might be coming round telling you 'i'm your man'.

Originally posted by dylan_61
That's the one. When you've been walking home looking like you've got a wooden leg because your rectum is about to explode. Minutes feel like hours. You start looking at alley ways so see if you can drop one quickly without anyone seeing. The further you go the greater the pain, your eyes start to water while you debate the merits of ****ting yourself compared to the relief you'll feel when you've 'been'

Slowly you reach your house, you can't find the keys, you finally get in and someone has just walked into the bathroom. They finish, you enter and don't even notice the smell and relax. I usually like to close my eyes at this point to heighten the pleaseure.

Ummm.

I once got caught short and had to drop one in the Botanical Gardens

:P LOL!! Yeah, once happened when i decided to walk home from Meadowhall as it was a nice day! I must have contorted my face into every shape humanly possible. People walked past and covered their childrens eyes as i bucked and held my backside moaning like a walking zombie.

Then you get those few seconds of relaxation that wash over you like a cool ice waterfall, when the pain disappears but returns seconds later twice as powerfully as before.

I found a pub on the way home but it was closed down and locked, i even walked around the back only to find a bunch of chavs sat there smoking. So i did my best smile and limped off again. When i finally reached home my stomach muscles had gone numb and my rectal area was literally crying.

BUT IT FELT SOOOOOOOOO GOOD.:P

[QUOTE]Originally posted by duffman
[B]Just a bit of fun, finish the sentence with something you find annoying. I will get the ball rolling.

Don't you just hate it when....

Your next door neighbours and their four hyperactive kids slam their front door loud enough to wake the dead - forty times a day, every day.

Originally posted by Lancs_Vinnie
Don't you just hate it when....

Your next door neighbours and their four hyperactive kids slam their front door loud enough to wake the dead - forty times a day, every day. [/B]

Oh yeah, had that one before!

What about when the children next door slam their doors shut about 40 times a . . .er . . sorry:(

Originally posted by dylan_61
You’re in a cubicle in a public toilet reading various racist and gay musings on the wall when you realise that the ‘meet me here at’ post by the local cottager coincides with the present time and date. Then hearing a knock on the door from ‘Hammerhead’
LOL!! This has actually happened to me, but fortunately I got out before 'Hammerhead' came knocking!