WARNING!! SCAM ALERT*** Keep an eye out for this girl and her friend. They are hanging around in Sainsbury's Supermarket Longwater Lane, Norwich and when you are putting your groceries into the car they approach you asking for a lift to McDonald's. These girls are very convincing and very hot! Once in your car this one takes her clothes off while getting on top of you to distract you while the other takes your wallet. I've had my wallet stolen now on the 14th, 15th and 16th, twice yesterday and probably two more times tomorrow. Sainsbury's have wallets for sale for 3.99 but I've found some in The Range for only 1.49 so have bought 4. Also, you never actually make it to McDonalds so I've also lost 11lbs
Tell me that one about the future and the youth again. Source: Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal. - Albert Einstein
irony is posting a picture like that on a internet forum it is like a Luddite using an industrial printing machine to complain about machines replacing them
Damn young people these days: "SELF-ADMIRING, EMACIATED FRIBBLES" In Paris Fashion: A Cultural History, Valerie Steele published a letter sent to Town and Country magazine in November 1771 by a reader who wanted to get something off of his chest: Whither are the manly vigor and athletic appearance of our forefathers flown? Can these be their legitimate heirs? Surely, no; a race of effeminate, self-admiring, emaciated fribbles can never have descended in a direct line from the heroes of Potiers and Agincourt... And several more: http://mentalfloss.com/article/52209/15-historical-complaints-about-young-people-ruining-everything
I get one of those senior emails - with a collection of content in the title. Today's read: Gave me quite a giggle.
"I thought I was dealing with an independent part of the Govt." Dr. Karl on appearing as frontman for the Intergenerational Report. http://mobile.news.com.au/national/...ional-report-ads/story-fns0jze1-1227304333258
So Husband buys son an iPAD, daughter an iPOD, himself an iPHONE and me an iRON. He knows nothing. I was not impressed. He explained it can be integrated with the iWASH, iCOOK and iCLEAN network. Unfortunately for him it also triggered the iNAG service, which totally wiped out the iSHAG function. So he graciously books me into the Relaxaday beauty salon for a complete firmware revision, then to Glamour Gowns for a new cover. This partly restored functions. He is hoping full service will be restored with a collection of gold and diamond chips tonight. The iRON function has been revised and partly reinstalled but it depends on iGROVEL which must be enacted before he can remove my Glamour Gowns cover and get at the software to ensure his RAM status is restored. He knows nothing about operating systems.
Dog Diary Versus Cat Diary DOG DIARY 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Dog food! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! CAT DIARY My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
