As punters know my dodgy old Mazda got a defect notice. Luckily for me there's a mechanic near my work.
I booked it in and dropped the car off. I mentioned the defect notice.
'Yeah those fuckers are fucks,' said the mechanic. 'It's nothing more than a fucking revenue raising exercise... the fuckers. Fuck them - all of them.'
I'm paraphrasing here but it was definitely tinged with both frequent use (and derivatives of) the word fuck and dripping hatred for the 'fuckers' that run around carparks giving defect notices to people.
It was pleasantly refreshing to hear it - given my being ensconced in a workplace where use of language such as that results in a talking to - and from a person that would directly fiscally benefit from said fuckers fucking running around and giving fuckers fucking defect notices.
PS Fuck.
Monday, July 06, 2009
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Fucken fuckity fuck fuck.
... cunt ...
Sorry - not you. I was just joining in!
Oh, I realise that.
Still, I'm sure if it was directed at me, it wouldn't be the first time!
Oh man, I swear like a particularly sweary trooper. Even at work I have a hard time reigning myself in.
Just today, in truly desperate and murderous tones, I was forced to quoth (not sure who I was quoting but it seems the appropriate verb), "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuckinnnnnnggg Procurement" (my work nemeses).
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