The following isn't really "boiling" my pi$$ but it did get it slightly simmering in between trying not too laugh
Today, I think I met Hyacinth & Richard Bucket?
Got a call from a mate to say he'd removed everything required to change the front discs on his car. Except the discs themselves, they were stuck solid!
He lives in an area that makes where I live look lively. Every f#cker in the street has lived there since 1950 or earlier. The old buggers are like geriatric ninjas. They never miss anything & if you fart they call for a public enquiry.
Today, apparently I committed an act second only to buggering Joe Biden whilst wearing a Donald Trump mask with the Sex Pistols "God Save The Queen" on repeat & turned up to 11
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Yep, I dared to put 35% of the width of my car on a bone dry grass verge. In an attempt to avoid the usual slalom course on such a narrow road
Mrs Bucket wasn't having that! And she informed me that her husband was extremely unhappy with me & would be having words about my inconsiderate parking.
As she damn near pushed the poor c#nt forward. I was torn between pity & laughter
However I took my obviously well deserved punishment for a bit.
Before pointing out that Richard may well cut that piece of grass every Sunday with scissors under Hyacinths expert supervision.
But in actually fact, it belongs to the council.
So would it be possible to continue trying to extract my mates brake discs.
Whilst keeping the frightful hammer against metal noises to an absolute minimum?
F#ckin miserable old c#nts!
I can't wait to be that old. Monuments will be erected in recognition of my Jedi like feats of miserable old c#ntness!