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You know when you meet/speak to dealers and shit... why do they put their hands down down their trousers, sometimes actually holding onto their knob like a 3 year old who thinks it's gonna fall off? Is it a respect thing? A show off thing? A poser thing? I can't get my head around it. I understand it's a comfortable thing to do on the couch like Married... with children, but why in public?

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That's not really a dealer thing, it's a bam thing. Is your dealer the full tracksuit & Reebok Classic wearing type by any chance?

Yeah I was gonna say, I do know a lot of friends i.e. normal people who do it. They are probably chavs to other people though. Strangely enough they have all dealt one thing or another at one point or another too lol. I still want to know why they do it. We aren't talking manners that make little sense like elbows on the table, we're talking like don't touch your dick when you're looking at me in the eyes LOL. One of my mates a while back was just walking round with both hands down his trackies. It did look supremely comfortable and I had to tip to my hat to the fact he'd upped the ante in the rudeness stakes, but I still don't dig like a northern miner.
 
I barely trust any dealers.

I like to make sure they are of the old skool and/or at least know a bit of chemistry. Otherwise they can do one.

I wasn't talking about trust cornish, I was investigating the 'I must hold my penis whilst in conversation with someone' phenomenon lol. I honestly grew out of that while I was very young. Sometimes I do a cheeky sly sweep so it points more diagonally up if i've got an unwanted boner, but that's as close to being a chav i've ever got.
 
I barely trust any dealers.

I like to make sure they are of the old skool and/or at least know a bit of chemistry. Otherwise they can do one.

ahoy thar corny me hearty.

I think I might start using 'do one' again. 'Do one' in a Stallony voice. Quite partial to 'jog on' and 'trot on' atm 2 as it goes.=D

ffs moooooooove body.. Dooo dynamic stuff !! arrrr

bye y'all.
 
Lol that's funny, a few of the Voi jogger-wearing coke dealers round here do that. Stand there chatting absolute bullshit when your waiting for them to hurry up, chop and weigh the bit and fuck off. Usually your the mug paying a taxi to wait while they do this.
 
I have learnt not to say anything to people who offend me. This one time on the bus home from work this scally got on the back of the bus and started blairing music with his bird and a mate next to him, so I told him to get a pair of headphones or turn that shit off and he flipped the fuck out. "WOT WOT WOT, WOT DID YOU SAY 2 ME BRUV WHO DA FUK DO U FINK UR TALKIN 2", thinking I would shrink back and he'd look like a tough guy in front of his mate and bird. err "I said turn that fucking shit music off before I smash you and your phone to bits". Then his girlfriend chimed in "Yeah fuck u mate, we all wanna listen 2 da music, how do u fink we're gonna do that with just 1 pair of headphones between 3 of us"... Me: "I don't give a shit if one of you has to go 10 minutes on a bus without listening to music that sounds like fairground music underwater. Me and the rest of the bus don't wanna hear it." In the end he sucked his teef at me and turned it down and they got off at the next stop. Then the next day I read in the paper about a guy who questioned some bloke who pushed in front of him in a que who got stabbed, so i've cut that behaviour out a bit. If someone cuts me up on the pavement I am liable to scream SORRY in their face, and I almost got my face smashed in for screaming CUNT through someones window who almost ran me down at a zebra crossing. Another time on the bus I quickly downloaded some Bring Me the Horizon to my phone, proper screamo, and put my phone on full blast and sat next to this chav playing his happy hardcore playing it. That made me chuckle, but once again, not exactly clever...
 
Respect to you, MSB, at least to your former behaviour. These people as you know have not been brought up to be considerate of others, so someone needs to tell them. My initial reaction is always to think "they've probably got a knife". But to be honest, I doubt that would stop me any more. Don't get that behaviour up in Scotland much though, I only ever experienced it on London buses.

If you're young like you and got your life ahead of you, no point getting stabbed, but us oldies should pull our fingers out.
 
Respect to you, MSB, at least to your former behaviour. These people as you know have not been brought up to be considerate of others, so someone needs to tell them. My initial reaction is always to think "they've probably got a knife". But to be honest, I doubt that would stop me any more. Don't get that behaviour up in Scotland much though, I only ever experienced it on London buses.

If you're young like you and got your life ahead of you, no point getting stabbed, but us oldies should pull our fingers out.

Yeah I spoke to a guy who tried similar and got hit in the back of the head with a house brick once he'd turned round and calmed down. Both times i've actually bothered to say something it's been the culmination of a certain series of events: usually having been on the bus every day all week, putting up with these little wankers. Then add in a long bad day at work, and you've got the perfect storm. Luckily very recently I discovered that it's the same price to get a taxi to town where I live as it is the bus, so I don't have to put up with them lol.

Last week on the train home from London after a meeting my foot was in the aisle a little bit cus i'm quite tall, a trolley salesman knocked it and instead of saying sorry bent over and got right in my face and said "put your leg in and keep it there", then kept moving on, so I left my foot there and said "you could just look where you're going", so he smashed his trolley right into my legs. The bloke in front of me stood up and went absolutely bezerk at him, I thought he was gonna batter him. The trolley guy was almost crying saying "he swore at me", and I was saying "no, I didn't. I said watch where you're going, because you're someone who pushes a trolley through a crowded train for a living and this must be a common occurence". Then the London lawyer type guy in front of me started saying "take my number, we'll have this pricks job." I just left it there though, even though that was really unprofessional it was quite clear life was punishing that guy enough as it was.

Ah, I love public transport.
 
My workplace just received (for no apparent reason other than we're in the same vicinity, though not the same postcode) three entries to the Sunday Sport caption competition.

Much hilarity ensued, though it's pretty disturbing that Royal Mail can cock things up to that extent.
 
Last week on the train home from London after a meeting my foot was in the aisle a little bit cus i'm quite tall, a trolley salesman knocked it and instead of saying sorry bent over and got right in my face and said "put your leg in and keep it there", then kept moving on, so I left my foot there and said "you could just look where you're going", so he smashed his trolley right into my legs. The bloke in front of me stood up and went absolutely bezerk at him, I thought he was gonna batter him. The trolley guy was almost crying saying "he swore at me", and I was saying "no, I didn't. I said watch where you're going, because you're someone who pushes a trolley through a crowded train for a living and this must be a common occurence". Then the London lawyer type guy in front of me started saying "take my number, we'll have this pricks job." I just left it there though, even though that was really unprofessional it was quite clear life was punishing that guy enough as it was.

To be honest I've noticed on trains I've taken recently that the crew are a bit of a shambles. The incident that stands out was when a manageress sent a guy to see if a couple newly boarded were wanting some food. He came back saying there had been an argument about bags. She asked him if they wanted food, he replied "didn't you ask them?", well, she hadn't moved this whole time so clearly she hadn't. It struck me he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer and was probably receiving on-job training, or no training at all. It wouldn't surprise me if the same applied to your clumsy trolley guy, of course they should be told that it's a good idea not to barge into customers with their trolleys!

Personally I'd be shitting myself if I was made to run a trolley service or do any kind of customer interaction on a busy train. I'd want training, I'd want all the help I could get, but I'm sure they get the bare minimum.
 
My workplace just received (for no apparent reason other than we're in the same vicinity, though not the same postcode) three entries to the Sunday Sport caption competition.

Much hilarity ensued, though it's pretty disturbing that Royal Mail can cock things up to that extent.

They're all off their heads on DMT.
 
Yeah, I forgot about the British postal service's newfound love of the spice. Maybe the machine elves told him to do it. :D
 
To be honest I've noticed on trains I've taken recently that the crew are a bit of a shambles. The incident that stands out was when a manageress sent a guy to see if a couple newly boarded were wanting some food. He came back saying there had been an argument about bags. She asked him if they wanted food, he replied "didn't you ask them?", well, she hadn't moved this whole time so clearly she hadn't. It struck me he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer and was probably receiving on-job training, or no training at all. It wouldn't surprise me if the same applied to your clumsy trolley guy, of course they should be told that it's a good idea not to barge into customers with their trolleys!

Personally I'd be shitting myself if I was made to run a trolley service or do any kind of customer interaction on a busy train. I'd want training, I'd want all the help I could get, but I'm sure they get the bare minimum.

I don't think you need training to know you don't push trolleys into people's legs deliberately! The first initial bump I was like whatever, that happens, I don't care, then he shouted in my face for it.
 
I don't think you need training to know you don't push trolleys into people's legs deliberately! The first initial bump I was like whatever, that happens, I don't care, then he shouted in my face for it.

Maybe he was just a dick, it just reminded me of that other guy who I actually felt sorry for.
 
Haircut achieved :D Now time to have another shower to wash out the loose hairs, and then get dressed, do my hair then it will be probably time to walk to the train station if I'm gonna get there by 6pm.
 
Haircut achieved :D Now time to have another shower to wash out the loose hairs, and then get dressed, do my hair then it will be probably time to walk to the train station if I'm gonna get there by 6pm.

You forgot that you also have to rub out the easy one, it has been a few years like you said ;)
 
I have learnt not to say anything to people who offend me. This one time on the bus home from work this scally got on the back of the bus and started blairing music with his bird and a mate next to him, so I told him to get a pair of headphones or turn that shit off and he flipped the fuck out. "WOT WOT WOT, WOT DID YOU SAY 2 ME BRUV WHO DA FUK DO U FINK UR TALKIN 2", thinking I would shrink back and he'd look like a tough guy in front of his mate and bird. err "I said turn that fucking shit music off before I smash you and your phone to bits". Then his girlfriend chimed in "Yeah fuck u mate, we all wanna listen 2 da music, how do u fink we're gonna do that with just 1 pair of headphones between 3 of us"... Me: "I don't give a shit if one of you has to go 10 minutes on a bus without listening to music that sounds like fairground music underwater. Me and the rest of the bus don't wanna hear it." In the end he sucked his teef at me and turned it down and they got off at the next stop. Then the next day I read in the paper about a guy who questioned some bloke who pushed in front of him in a que who got stabbed, so i've cut that behaviour out a bit. If someone cuts me up on the pavement I am liable to scream SORRY in their face, and I almost got my face smashed in for screaming CUNT through someones window who almost ran me down at a zebra crossing. Another time on the bus I quickly downloaded some Bring Me the Horizon to my phone, proper screamo, and put my phone on full blast and sat next to this chav playing his happy hardcore playing it. That made me chuckle, but once again, not exactly clever...

your a total enigma (Well you come over like that)......you earn 6 figures, hang about with cunts in joggers who touch their balls a fair bit, you love fitness and drugs, take the bus to work, but one thing remains constant.......your a wide-o and love a good argument/debate.

confronting folk these days is a crazy sport. Its basically inviting trouble. I tend to keep my mouth shut unless my judgement is skewed by alcohol.
 
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