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|06-13-2008 5:46 PM|
Originally Posted by ghbzorro View Post
Don't get me started on language - probably start off WW3!
|06-13-2008 1:49 PM|
[quote=Twincam;685381]Bloody Snow Plowers! /quote]
Learn the language. If you are talking about the machine it is a "snow plow". If you are talking about the operator, and you are in the city, it is a "workie".
|06-13-2008 1:22 PM|
BRITS REVOKE USA INDEPENDENCE
|06-13-2008 10:08 AM|
Originally Posted by pladecalvo View Post
Another good read! Grr Bloody Snow Plowers!
|06-13-2008 1:31 AM|
Moved to our new home in Canada. It's so beautiful here. The mountains are so majestic. Can hardly wait to see them with snow covering them.
Canada is the most beautiful place on earth. The leaves have turned all colours and shades of red and orange. Polished up the Honda and went for a ride through the beautiful countryside and saw some deer. They are so graceful. Certainly they are the most wonderful animals on earth. This must be paradise. We love it here.
Remembrance day. Deer shooting season starts soon. I can't imagine anyone wanting to kill such a gorgeous creature. Hope it snows soon. I love it here.
It snowed last night. Woke up to find everything blanketed with white. It looks like a postcard. We went outside and cleaned the snow off the steps and shovelled the driveway clear. We had a snowball fight. Then the snowplough came by and we had to shovel the driveway clear again. What a beautiful place. We love Canada.
More snow last night. Couldn't get the bike out of the driveway to get to work. It's beautiful here but I'm exhausted from shovelling. Damn snowplough filled my driveway again.
More bloody snow fell last night. I have got blisters on my hands and a sore back from shovelling. I think the snowplough driver hides around the corner until I'm done shovelling just so he can fill the driveway again. Arsehole!!
Merry Christmas! More f***ing snow. If I ever get my hands on the son-of-a-bitch who drives the snowplough, I swear I'll kill the bastard. Don't know why they don't use more salt on the roads to melt the f***ing snow.
More snow last night. Been inside for three days now, except for shovelling out the driveway every time that f***ing snowplough goes past. Can't go anywhere, the bike is covered in a mountain of white s**t, and it's so frigging cold, The weatherman says to expect another 10 inches of the stuff again tonight. Do you know how many shovels full of snow 10 inches are?
That weatherman was wrong. We got 34 inches of the f***ing white s**t this time. At this rate it won't melt before summer. The snowplough got stuck in the road and the bastard came to my door and asked to borrow my shovel. I told him that I had already broken six shovels clearing all the snow he had pushed into my driveway, I damn near broke the f***ing shovel over his head.
Finally got out of the house today. Went to the store to get some food and on my way back a f***ing deer ran in front of the car. Did about $3000 damage to the car. Those f***ing beasts should be exterminated. The bastards are everywhere. Wish the hunters had shot them all last November.
Took the car to the garage in town. Would you believe the thing is rusted out from all that f***ing salt they put all over the roads.
Moved to Florida. I can't imagine why anyone in their right mind would ever want to live in Canada.
|06-12-2008 1:30 PM|
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Haa. Ha. So true.
|06-12-2008 5:18 AM|
I like it
|06-10-2008 5:43 PM|
- Nice Read...
|06-10-2008 4:21 PM|
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to
meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day
long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but
he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested
that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't
say much. I asked him what was wrong; he said, 'Nothing.' I asked him
if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had
nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I
told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't
explain his behaviour. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you,
When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he
wanted nothing to do with me any more. He just sat there quietly, and
watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with
silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later,
he came to bed. To my surprise, he responded to my caress, and we made
love. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were
somewhere else. He fell asleep - I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm
almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
The bike wouldn't start today, but at least I got a shag.