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Thursday, 19 November 2009
Hell is other people
's children. There's nothing I love more on the miserable journey home on the train in the darkness of winter than a screaming snotball running around a train while the parents sit there obliviously.
I use a high pitched noise on my phone to get them, the older you are the less it affects you. Its already worked with a couple of chav kids who have leant to be quiet on the bus when I'm there.
Try this for size. We were coming back to Thailand from Maylasia by train a while ago, now travelling by train in these parts is a pleasant way of travelling not exactlly 200mph but doesn't break the bank. Everthing fine till the family from hell got on 3 fat slags male moron and a fucking brat kid. This little twat was about 4 years old and he had some sort of syndrome as in my hands around his throat. The adults were having a fine time with a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter no knife? no problem use your finger then it was take photos of each other with the phone in the meantime the kid was running up and down the aisle. They changed its nappy about three times now all these carriages have two toilets and showers but fuck that just change the shitty nappy for a clean one. Then the little fucker shit himself next to us and the attendant stood in it. The morons thought this a huge joke till he made them clean it up I can speak Thai and he said how awful people from the UK were these days I agreed as I had suddenly become Australian. The scum got off in Surathani obviously going to Kho Samui. lucky old Kho Samui I would love to tell that these fuckers were from planet Zog but by the accents Essex is a better guess.
Excuse me, but are you and Aljahom the same person? Either way I've read this post before and it's just as unsympathetic and moronic on second reading. Of course, Alan is never going to have children. It is to be hoped that you are of the same persuasion.
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A foot in the aisle soon stops that nonsense....
Which explains why people don't want to use public transport these days.....
I use a high pitched noise on my phone to get them, the older you are the less it affects you. Its already worked with a couple of chav kids who have leant to be quiet on the bus when I'm there.
Teach them how to open the door
At least in the 'quiet carriage' you can play these cunts at their ouwn righteous game.
http://aljahom.wordpress.com/2009/09/08/quiet-carriage/
Try this for size. We were coming back to Thailand from Maylasia by train a while ago, now travelling by train in these parts is a pleasant way of travelling not exactlly 200mph but doesn't break the bank. Everthing fine till the family from hell got on 3 fat slags male moron and a fucking brat kid. This little twat was about 4 years old and he had some sort of syndrome as in my hands around his throat. The adults were having a fine time with a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter no knife? no problem use your finger then it was take photos of each other with the phone in the meantime the kid was running up and down the aisle. They changed its nappy about three times now all these carriages have two toilets and showers but fuck that just change the shitty nappy for a clean one. Then the little fucker shit himself next to us and the attendant stood in it. The morons thought this a huge joke till he made them clean it up I can speak Thai and he said how awful people from the UK were these days I agreed as I had suddenly become Australian. The scum got off in Surathani obviously going to Kho Samui. lucky old Kho Samui I would love to tell that these fuckers were from planet Zog but by the accents Essex is a better guess.
Excuse me, but are you and Aljahom the same person? Either way I've read this post before and it's just as unsympathetic and moronic on second reading. Of course, Alan is never going to have children. It is to be hoped that you are of the same persuasion.
Dear Anonymong,
I am a parent, and a very proud and happy one. And, I have been told on more than one occasion, a good one.
Well, I doubt that your 'fucking spawning cuntweasels' are proud of you. Or they soon won't be. Poor sods.
You are an idiot. The cuntweasels are the ones who spawn, not the ones who are spawned.
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