What sort of cunt goes to the supermarket and buys cereal in this day and age? Especially one with kids.
Home delivery luv, try it. Sheesh. Peasants.
Thatās actually an incorrect summary of what Socrates was purported to have said, as of course if he had said it then it would create a paradox, as in if you know nothing, how would you know you know nothing? What Socrates supposedly said, which makes a lot of sense and is very relevant to TFK (especially that know nothing cunt @turenne), was:
āI am wiser than this man; it is likely that neither of us knows anything worthwhile, but he thinks he knows something when he does not, whereas when I do not know, neither do I think I know, so I am likely to be wiser than he is to this small extent, that I do not think I know when I donāt knowā.
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Donald Rumsfeld nailed that point
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Iām giving that a like.
Yeah completely agree. Old man bars where you can have sessions with proper banter.
have you been in Callananās in Cork much?
The High Bee in Cork, Peters Pub in Dublin and McCaffertys in Letterkenny spring to mind.
I wonāt sheās an utter, utter, silver-spoon fed, over-privileged cunt of cunt if ever there was a cunt.
I read you completely, pal.
At the risk of prompting a āpeople he worked withā thread, I once shared employment with the most annoyingly loud cunt. It was an āL-shapedā open floor office set up and, though he wasnāt on my team and didnāt sit anywhere near me, he had this habit of walking around the office and shouting through his very important phone conversations.
This would manifest itself in walking around while using the work headset thing for calls to his work landline or holding his mobile phone in front of his face and shouting into it while wearing earphones for personal calls. All the time while manically pacing around the office and doubling back etc so youād hear him roaring then it would get quieter before the booming noise would return and repeat.
A real grandstanding arsehole who just wanted everyone to hear him putting people in their place whether it was a āI donāt care what the other parties say - Iām not signing it!ā type work related comment or shouting at someone in relation to a personal bill or holiday or whatever.
He also spoke several decibels higher than the other person when involved in a face-to-face / one-to-one conversation. How could he never realise that in every single chat heās having heās basically screaming at/over the person whoās engaging with him? It makes me angry thinking about it. He was quite senior but it eventually resulted in a few people at his level taking on board comments from staff, taking him aside and telling him to cop the fuck on.
Just to note, I wasnāt man enough to say anything to his face and nor did I complain to superiors. I preferred to call him a cunt to a few people I got on with behind his back.
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One of the best posts iv seen on here, well done.
Thatās a cracking post. I feel the very same. When niteclubs used to be suggested when I was in college, I wanted to go home.
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Delighted to give that the magical ten
Not yet, mateā¦ Cork doesnt have an abundance of them ā¦ Limerick is stacked with them
And you go home and you cry and you want to dieā¦
See thatās gone too far the other way. There is a snobbishness to those types of places.
A good jukebox in the right pub is a great addition. I have no problems with TVs either as long as they arenāt showing Eastenders as what happened in a pub I was in recently.
A good Juke box is hard bet at times ā¦
I am much more of a sociable person than Morrissey bro but point taken.
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Iām not. I hate other people most of the time.
A decent set up for the dartboard is always welcome.
Tournament in my local every Saturday night. Often win a ham around Christmas
Youāre not looking hard enough.
The Oval, Mutton Lane, Tom Barryās, Fionn Barraās, The High Bee, The Castle off the top of my head and I havenāt lived there in nine years.