Why dont you just shut the hell up?
Dont bother when someone parks over your driveway, you dont even use it.
Who cares about the flightpath, wear earplugs, or move somewhere else.
The dishes will get washed eventually, just ignore the mould.
The house is draughty, deal with it, and yes i was brought up in a barn.
Its raining outside, thats why im using the tumble dryer, no, i wont set the house on fire.
Sorry, i didnt mean to leave the heater on all night, but i didnt see you turn it off either.
It smells just as bad after you've used the toilet, your arse aint a rosebush, all sweet and nice.
I dont know how sour cream got on the ceiling of the kitchen...
Complain about the lack of bandwidth to the person using bittorrent (aka, not me).
If you dont want to be woken up, sleep with your fucking bedroom door closed!
I dont want to take my shoes off, and the carpet are already fucked.
If you dont stop complaining about the toilet seat not being down, im gunna unbolt it and you'll end up wearing the fucker around your neck.
Do you hear me complain when you stomp around the house and im trying to sleep.
GODDAMN I HATE LIVING WITH WHINING FUCKWITS. Ive done it now for almost 8 years.
Unfortunately, living alone in Sydney is rather spenno.
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I only got one roll back today, as it turned out the second one id put in was entirely unexposed....?
Only seven more rolls to go before im solvent of all the photos i took overseas.
This drain below relates to this entry HERE. That entry relates to me exploring a Calgary Drain called Pharaoh Falls. On my way thru the tunnel i found a few ducks whom i subsequently rescued, by capturing them then throwing them vertically into the air from the bottom of this Lake Inlet:
I got soaked, as you can imagine.
The drain is called Pharaoh Falls cossa this peice of rather odd graff:
It was a good laff!
Who cares about the flightpath, wear earplugs, or move somewhere else.
The dishes will get washed eventually, just ignore the mould.
The house is draughty, deal with it, and yes i was brought up in a barn.
Its raining outside, thats why im using the tumble dryer, no, i wont set the house on fire.
Sorry, i didnt mean to leave the heater on all night, but i didnt see you turn it off either.
It smells just as bad after you've used the toilet, your arse aint a rosebush, all sweet and nice.
I dont know how sour cream got on the ceiling of the kitchen...
Complain about the lack of bandwidth to the person using bittorrent (aka, not me).
If you dont want to be woken up, sleep with your fucking bedroom door closed!
I dont want to take my shoes off, and the carpet are already fucked.
If you dont stop complaining about the toilet seat not being down, im gunna unbolt it and you'll end up wearing the fucker around your neck.
Do you hear me complain when you stomp around the house and im trying to sleep.
GODDAMN I HATE LIVING WITH WHINING FUCKWITS. Ive done it now for almost 8 years.
Unfortunately, living alone in Sydney is rather spenno.
------------------------------------------------------
I only got one roll back today, as it turned out the second one id put in was entirely unexposed....?
Only seven more rolls to go before im solvent of all the photos i took overseas.
This drain below relates to this entry HERE. That entry relates to me exploring a Calgary Drain called Pharaoh Falls. On my way thru the tunnel i found a few ducks whom i subsequently rescued, by capturing them then throwing them vertically into the air from the bottom of this Lake Inlet:
I got soaked, as you can imagine.
The drain is called Pharaoh Falls cossa this peice of rather odd graff:
It was a good laff!