Discussion in 'Cardiff City Forum' started by Dr. Lecter, 14 May 2019.
He's got your number Lecter. And no mistake.
Don’t know why it’s come to me but did you ever get that package from your neighbour after?
Oh no you didn't...Que a 9 pager
I always found them to be reasonable people often ignoring the fact that punters lie to them in an unconvincing way with no evidence to support their story. I love their time saving use of statistical sampling.
ooh, now you’ve done it. You don’t come on here and talk nice about the revenue!!
Joe's was having a rant earlier about bastards on the comb picking at his spelling.
So he set me up did he? As Catherine Zeta Jones would say, That’s entrapment that is you bastard!
Correct. When I mash my fingers into my phone I don't give 2 hoots. I needs to say how I feel. With agency. There and then. Everybody else con get fecked.
If truth be known I was a revenue man for part of my early years. I found that on the most part they were rather forgiving and willing to please. Occasionally someone would show up talking big and looking for a fight so we'd stand off until they cooled down.
Get fucked Joseph.
I'm the politest man I know.
I'd say the most direct but that is a form of politeness many appreciate.
Stop being a lickarse.
I'm not cancelling the bet.
Not that it matters anymore now that stanty has ruined pod for us normal folk.
He'll be dead before long and we'll be able to play properly again. No one can drink the amount of alcohol he does and survive long either physically or economically.
BT fucked me right over about 20 years ago. Got myself into a cushty bachelor pad down Prospect Place and needed a phone line installing.
Gave me the old 8am-1pm slot so booked the morning off. No fucker turned up. Cue frenzied emailing and phone calls, but to no avail.
Get another email saying the next morning, between 8am-1pm. Book that morning off and still no phone cunt arrived.
Can't remember how it all ended exactly, but the phone line was installed and my repeated calls for compensation for loss of earnings were swept under the carpet.
It's fucking wrong that is. Had it been now, I'd have taken them to the small claims court.
Did that before and the company concerned couldn't even be bothered to turn up, so I was awarded all I asked for.
A good way to cost these firms time and money is to phone up their head office and tell them you've planted a bomb.
If you do it in an exaggerated Indian accent it sounds more believable, plus they wont suspect some disgruntled Welsh bloke either.
didn't play last night and still won
When BT used to cut my Mum off after I'd smashed the fuck out of the phone bill, ringing people out the phone book and trying to get through to Pele she used to phone them and say I was mentally retarded and she needed the phone in case I went nuts. To phone the Police like. An engineer came around and moved the phone quite high up the wall so I couldn't reach it. It might have been my dad actually that did it in the night but that's the story to this day.