NeilyBoy

Agree to disagree. If my boss says "would you like to...?" I just think "you cvnt...".

DOUBLE POST!!! I'm not sure which I find more hilarious... This: Or this:

That's fair enough, but what about the (many) people who say "would you like to...?" and then get mad if you elect not to? You are right about asking it as a genuine question and meaning each word of the sentence - I guess my gripe is more with the people who are expecting/need you to help them but don't have the sense of politeness to simply say please. Tricky subject.

Nope, I've just never understood why you'd phrase it like that, as though you're the one doing them a favour. On the bright side, it means you can simply say 'no' and not feel bad because you gave an honest answer.

If I were at the ground (and quite inebriated) I'd try starting this off: Oh Wembley road, Take me home, To the pla-ace I belooooong! Sweet Premiership! Nigel Pearson Take me hooome Wembley road... Oh Wembley road Take me home To the pla-ace I belooooong! Sweet Premiership! Nigel Pearson Take me hooome Wembley road... Oh Wembley road Take me home To the pla-ace I belooooong! Sweet Premiership! Nigel Pearson Take me hooome Wembley road... Oh Wembley etc... Could sound amazing if done fairly slow and in unison. Sing it regardless of the score to get the lads going Just in case it's not immediately obvious which song I'm talking about:

^^^ Very nice. Going to get the customary 50g bag of baccy from my 'local' nightshop (because, as anyone who smokes knows, it's stupidly cheaper on the continent) and finding that it's gone down from €4.40 to the subliminal €4.20. :thumbsup:

People who ask "would you like to...?" when what they mean is "can you please...?". Always struck me as an arrogant way to ask for things and, if anything, makes me less likely to take pleasure in lending a hand to said individual.

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I can't understand why anybody would see that film when there's been this for the last 23 years and still going as strong and brilliantly as ever. Some of the special effects they employ leave you shitting yourself and thinking "HOW THE FVCK DID THEY DO THAT?!"

Who's duet? Edit: Nvm you clearly mean Dyer.

Just watched Idiocracy. Never seen it before and I couldn't stop laughing all the way through. Definitely recommended.

I once met a Japanese guy who told me the Superdry logo makes no sense to them.

Slappers. I find when women use that line they tend to mean that they see men as a tool for them to wank with and which they can't bear to be without (ie. the real classy type).

Heaven should be having to watch those 2 videos for eternity.

Sour cream & onion crisps from Ikea. Not as good as the meatballs I had there yesterday.

You can't call them that!

When asked if that was the best goal he's ever scored, Peter actually stopped to think about it, before admitting that it probably was and claiming that he does that quite often on the training ground. What a load of bollocks. Great goal though.

Or the ones who use it to test the waters when they're crossing the road. And shower products that claim to be technology.

Confused by your post I did my own quick search: "coup de grâce (k d gräs) n. pl. coups de grâce (k) 1. A deathblow delivered to end the misery of a mortally wounded victim. 2. A finishing stroke or decisive event." I sure feel like a dick right now.

No it wouldn't. It's a phrase to describe something truly great, not something truly good at showing pity. You get it right.

People using foreign words incorrectly/getting foreign words wrong: It's a coup (strike) de grace (elegance). Cote means side, or coast depending on context - I'm sure you didn't mean your mate had an elegant body of water. But what a coup de grace.

Driving to the airport to pick up my mum and I reach a 90(km/h) zone exiting the motorway, but get stuck behind some moron going at 50. 50?! Oh and while I'm venting about driving: I was parked, trying to rejoin traffic the other day. The stretch of road I was on had lights at the end so there was a queue of cars that I had to join. Luckily the spot where I was parked coincided with the end of the queue, meaning that the simple act of pulling out of my spot would put me harmlessly on the end. I engage the engine, turn on my blinkers and start pulling out only for some tart approaching in the distance to decide that she doesn't want to be one car farther down the queue so she floors it, damn near ploughing right into the side of me, already well into the manoeuvre. Anyway, I gestured angrily at her for being such a retard and she returns in kind, but I took my place in the queue and spent the remaining time waiting for the lights to change with my middle finger pointed firmly in her direction before slooowly approaching the lights so that they turned amber just as I reached them, leaving her stuck at another red. She was pretty hot too, which would explain her sense of entitlement and shitty driving etiquette. (That and she was a woman. And Belgian.)

I'm a fan of the missing bed prank: Wait 'til a housemate goes away for a bit and move his bed into somebody else's flat. Classic. Also fun is turning every item of furniture in their room upside-down. Oh and if someone passes out during a night of festivities: get everyone together huddled as closely around them as possible and scream into their face as loudly as you can. Traumatic for them but hilarious for everyone else.