At my funeral, I want everyone to be handed a Ouija board with a note saying:
โLetโs stay in touch.โ
If you hear from me afterwards, I expect a fucking reply.
Pushing the trolley round Asda Mum holds the corner and steers it because apparently I canโt be trusted with basic supermarket manoeuvres.
Iโm 35.
She still treats me like Iโm 12 and have just been let loose with ยฃ5 pocket money.
โCareful.โ
โMum, Iโm driving a fucking trolley.โ
Does anyone remember Campinos?
Those little pink and white swirly sweets. ๐ฌ
Absolutely stupendous bit of confectionery.
No idea why they disappeared, but apparently weโre just expected to carry on with our lives without them.
Miss the little bastards.
I was buying powdered donuts and this lady next to me said -
"You should never eat donuts for breakfast!"
So, I told her "My Grandmother lived to be 100 years old." She asked "And she ate
powdered donuts for breakfast?"
I said,
, "No, she minded her
f**kin' business."
The song "Mambo No. 5" but instead of girls it's varieties of cheese.
A little bit of Cheddar in my life,
A little bit of Brie by my side,
A little bit of Red Leicester is all I need,
A little bit of Stilton, guaranteed.
๐๐คฃ๐คท๐ช๐๐
Wife: โTake me somewhere they cook the food in front of you.โ
So I took her to Subway.
She wanted teppanyaki. I gave her a footlong.
Marriage is all about compromise. ๐
British road rage is basically
Someone indicates at the last second, cuts you up and nearly takes your wing mirror off.
You calmly mutter โyou absolute bellendโ under your breath then spend the next 12 minutes replaying the incident in your head like it was the Battle of Waterloo
Imagine having billions of galaxies to choose from and somehow we landed on the one where you need to work 40 hours a week just to afford existing.
Absolutely ridiculous planet selection.
Thereโs a version of you living the life you wish you had.
Every time you turn right, another you turns left.
They made the choices you didnโt.
Loved the people you lost.
Stayed when you left.
Somewhere, they have everything you wanted.
Therapist: โAnd what do we do when weโre feeling sad?โ
Me: โWatch a murder documentary and mentally redesign the crime so I wouldnโt get caught.โ
Therapist: โNo.โ
Me: โRight. Journal?โ
Therapist: โYes.โ
Me: โAbout the murders?โ
Therapist: โJesus Christ, no.โ
My wife was deep into a contraction during labour.
Everyone was focused, calm and supportive.
Then I suddenly shouted: โAHHH SHIT!โ
Everyone stopped and looked at me.
I said: โI forgot to put the fucking bins out.โ
Iโve never seen many people lose respect for someone that quickly
That shower curtain touches my back ONE fucking time and I'm immediately fighting demons.
I'm swinging like I've just been betrayed by my entire bloodline.
Bitch, I came in here to wash my arse, not enter a fucking
UFC title fight.
โWhose clever idea was this then?โ
An elite British sentence.
No swearing.
No shouting.
No threats.
And yet everyone in the room knows someone is absolutely getting fucking executed.
Start every phone call with:
โMy phone is about to die.โ
That way, when youโve had enough of their shit, you can just hang up.
No explanation.
No awkward goodbye.
Just โBRRRโโ and disappear. ๐