Pointless rows
Apr 5th 2014, 1:01 pm
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Pointless rows
Yes, I know it's from Mumsnet, but a friend sent it to me. A rather amusing link about the most ridiculous reason for a major argument.
http://www.mumsnet.com/features/-mum...2Barguments%2B
And when you've read it tell me the daftest thing you have had a major row about. We had a massive
row once about The Queen...
http://www.mumsnet.com/features/-mum...2Barguments%2B
And when you've read it tell me the daftest thing you have had a major row about. We had a massive
row once about The Queen...
Apr 5th 2014, 1:20 pm
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Re: Pointless rows
Where to keep the coffee- I'd just moved in with my boyfriend and we had completely gutted the place so it was exactly how we wanted it, apart from he wanted to keep the coffee out on the kitchen top, I wanted it to be in the cupboard out of the way, we had a huge row (one of only a handful in 8 years) and then had a 6 month battle of wills with me putting it away, him getting it back out, I let him have that one in the end.
Whilst in the supermarket at 2am we also had a row about tins of tomatoes- I used to hate supermarket shopping and he used to read all of the nutritional info on the food and was reading the difference between a Tescos own and a branded tin- I lost it as I just wanted to get out of there and go home to bed- ended up screaming down the aisles at each other. I walked out and drove home leaving him to get a taxi, which he was not impressed about at all!
Whilst in the supermarket at 2am we also had a row about tins of tomatoes- I used to hate supermarket shopping and he used to read all of the nutritional info on the food and was reading the difference between a Tescos own and a branded tin- I lost it as I just wanted to get out of there and go home to bed- ended up screaming down the aisles at each other. I walked out and drove home leaving him to get a taxi, which he was not impressed about at all!
Apr 5th 2014, 1:25 pm
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Re: Pointless rows
A rather dull arguement over salted v. unsalted butter. Carried out loudly in an aisle in Tesco's. Oh dear...
Apr 5th 2014, 1:28 pm
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Re: Pointless rows
About if the elder one should have an afternoon nap or not when he gets back home from school....
But mine are far far far and between tbh as a. I am a lucky man to have a very patient partner and b. because my first failed marriage taught me to just shutup and nod in agreement....and then do exactly what you think needs to be done
But mine are far far far and between tbh as a. I am a lucky man to have a very patient partner and b. because my first failed marriage taught me to just shutup and nod in agreement....and then do exactly what you think needs to be done
Apr 5th 2014, 1:44 pm
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Re: Pointless rows
From David Thorne. Not quite an argument I guess.
Holly cannot cook. She is capable of the process of cooking, but Holly cannot cook in the same way that an octopus cannot ride a bike; it has enough arms to reach the pedals and handlebars but the result will rarely be a successful journey from A to B.
I once looked over Holly's shoulder to discover her crumbling Alka-Seltzer tablets into a meal she was preparing because "they are salty and we ran out of salt."
Friday night, Holly stated that she was making nachos for dinner so I was surprised to be presented with a bowl and spoon an hour later. "What's this? I asked.
"The nachos were a bit runny so I added a few cups of water. It's nacho soup," she replied.
"Is there even such a thing?" I asked. "And what are these bits in it?"
"They're the chips," Holly replied defensively as she sipped a spoon of Nachos and made a long "mmmmmm" noise. "I put it all in the blender so there shouldn't be any big bits."
"I'm ringing for pizza," I said.
"Typical," replied Holly, "you never appreciate anything I do."
"That's not true" I responded, "I appreciate everything you do but if I ordered a hamburger at McDonald's and they handed it to me in a cup with a straw saying 'Sorry, it was a bit runny so we threw it in the blender and added two cups of water, it's Big Mac soup', I would assume the restaurant was entirely staffed through some kind of special needs employment initiative. If they asked me, "Do you want fries with that?" I sure as **** wouldn't reply, 'Yes, mix them in.'"
"It would probably be quite good," responded Holly, "but you would never know because you are too much of an asshole to taste it. Even if the guy at McDonalds spent an hour in the kitchen making it for you and burnt his thumb on a saucepan."
"Fine," I relented, taking a scoop and raising it to my mouth, "I'll taste it." Sipping at the brown and yellow puree, I felt an intense burning sensation not unlike having a mouth full of red ants. I swallowed with effort as my eyes began to water and said, "It's a bit spicy."
"Yes," said Holly, "We were out of Cumin so I used Curry instead. It's like an Indian version of Nacho soup."
Holly cannot cook. She is capable of the process of cooking, but Holly cannot cook in the same way that an octopus cannot ride a bike; it has enough arms to reach the pedals and handlebars but the result will rarely be a successful journey from A to B.
I once looked over Holly's shoulder to discover her crumbling Alka-Seltzer tablets into a meal she was preparing because "they are salty and we ran out of salt."
Friday night, Holly stated that she was making nachos for dinner so I was surprised to be presented with a bowl and spoon an hour later. "What's this? I asked.
"The nachos were a bit runny so I added a few cups of water. It's nacho soup," she replied.
"Is there even such a thing?" I asked. "And what are these bits in it?"
"They're the chips," Holly replied defensively as she sipped a spoon of Nachos and made a long "mmmmmm" noise. "I put it all in the blender so there shouldn't be any big bits."
"I'm ringing for pizza," I said.
"Typical," replied Holly, "you never appreciate anything I do."
"That's not true" I responded, "I appreciate everything you do but if I ordered a hamburger at McDonald's and they handed it to me in a cup with a straw saying 'Sorry, it was a bit runny so we threw it in the blender and added two cups of water, it's Big Mac soup', I would assume the restaurant was entirely staffed through some kind of special needs employment initiative. If they asked me, "Do you want fries with that?" I sure as **** wouldn't reply, 'Yes, mix them in.'"
"It would probably be quite good," responded Holly, "but you would never know because you are too much of an asshole to taste it. Even if the guy at McDonalds spent an hour in the kitchen making it for you and burnt his thumb on a saucepan."
"Fine," I relented, taking a scoop and raising it to my mouth, "I'll taste it." Sipping at the brown and yellow puree, I felt an intense burning sensation not unlike having a mouth full of red ants. I swallowed with effort as my eyes began to water and said, "It's a bit spicy."
"Yes," said Holly, "We were out of Cumin so I used Curry instead. It's like an Indian version of Nacho soup."
Apr 5th 2014, 1:54 pm
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Re: Pointless rows
From David Thorne. Not quite an argument I guess.
Holly cannot cook. She is capable of the process of cooking, but Holly cannot cook in the same way that an octopus cannot ride a bike; it has enough arms to reach the pedals and handlebars but the result will rarely be a successful journey from A to B.
I once looked over Holly's shoulder to discover her crumbling Alka-Seltzer tablets into a meal she was preparing because "they are salty and we ran out of salt."
Friday night, Holly stated that she was making nachos for dinner so I was surprised to be presented with a bowl and spoon an hour later. "What's this? I asked.
"The nachos were a bit runny so I added a few cups of water. It's nacho soup," she replied.
"Is there even such a thing?" I asked. "And what are these bits in it?"
"They're the chips," Holly replied defensively as she sipped a spoon of Nachos and made a long "mmmmmm" noise. "I put it all in the blender so there shouldn't be any big bits."
"I'm ringing for pizza," I said.
"Typical," replied Holly, "you never appreciate anything I do."
"That's not true" I responded, "I appreciate everything you do but if I ordered a hamburger at McDonald's and they handed it to me in a cup with a straw saying 'Sorry, it was a bit runny so we threw it in the blender and added two cups of water, it's Big Mac soup', I would assume the restaurant was entirely staffed through some kind of special needs employment initiative. If they asked me, "Do you want fries with that?" I sure as **** wouldn't reply, 'Yes, mix them in.'"
"It would probably be quite good," responded Holly, "but you would never know because you are too much of an asshole to taste it. Even if the guy at McDonalds spent an hour in the kitchen making it for you and burnt his thumb on a saucepan."
"Fine," I relented, taking a scoop and raising it to my mouth, "I'll taste it." Sipping at the brown and yellow puree, I felt an intense burning sensation not unlike having a mouth full of red ants. I swallowed with effort as my eyes began to water and said, "It's a bit spicy."
"Yes," said Holly, "We were out of Cumin so I used Curry instead. It's like an Indian version of Nacho soup."
Holly cannot cook. She is capable of the process of cooking, but Holly cannot cook in the same way that an octopus cannot ride a bike; it has enough arms to reach the pedals and handlebars but the result will rarely be a successful journey from A to B.
I once looked over Holly's shoulder to discover her crumbling Alka-Seltzer tablets into a meal she was preparing because "they are salty and we ran out of salt."
Friday night, Holly stated that she was making nachos for dinner so I was surprised to be presented with a bowl and spoon an hour later. "What's this? I asked.
"The nachos were a bit runny so I added a few cups of water. It's nacho soup," she replied.
"Is there even such a thing?" I asked. "And what are these bits in it?"
"They're the chips," Holly replied defensively as she sipped a spoon of Nachos and made a long "mmmmmm" noise. "I put it all in the blender so there shouldn't be any big bits."
"I'm ringing for pizza," I said.
"Typical," replied Holly, "you never appreciate anything I do."
"That's not true" I responded, "I appreciate everything you do but if I ordered a hamburger at McDonald's and they handed it to me in a cup with a straw saying 'Sorry, it was a bit runny so we threw it in the blender and added two cups of water, it's Big Mac soup', I would assume the restaurant was entirely staffed through some kind of special needs employment initiative. If they asked me, "Do you want fries with that?" I sure as **** wouldn't reply, 'Yes, mix them in.'"
"It would probably be quite good," responded Holly, "but you would never know because you are too much of an asshole to taste it. Even if the guy at McDonalds spent an hour in the kitchen making it for you and burnt his thumb on a saucepan."
"Fine," I relented, taking a scoop and raising it to my mouth, "I'll taste it." Sipping at the brown and yellow puree, I felt an intense burning sensation not unlike having a mouth full of red ants. I swallowed with effort as my eyes began to water and said, "It's a bit spicy."
"Yes," said Holly, "We were out of Cumin so I used Curry instead. It's like an Indian version of Nacho soup."
Apr 7th 2014, 6:24 am
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Re: Pointless rows
Where to keep the coffee- I'd just moved in with my boyfriend and we had completely gutted the place so it was exactly how we wanted it, apart from he wanted to keep the coffee out on the kitchen top, I wanted it to be in the cupboard out of the way, we had a huge row (one of only a handful in 8 years) and then had a 6 month battle of wills with me putting it away, him getting it back out, I let him have that one in the end.
Whilst in the supermarket at 2am we also had a row about tins of tomatoes- I used to hate supermarket shopping and he used to read all of the nutritional info on the food and was reading the difference between a Tescos own and a branded tin- I lost it as I just wanted to get out of there and go home to bed- ended up screaming down the aisles at each other. I walked out and drove home leaving him to get a taxi, which he was not impressed about at all!
Whilst in the supermarket at 2am we also had a row about tins of tomatoes- I used to hate supermarket shopping and he used to read all of the nutritional info on the food and was reading the difference between a Tescos own and a branded tin- I lost it as I just wanted to get out of there and go home to bed- ended up screaming down the aisles at each other. I walked out and drove home leaving him to get a taxi, which he was not impressed about at all!
Agree not to buy any coffee at all, after taking all remaining coffee in your house and throwing it away. Then see who cracks first............. If it is him, you can then say 'OK we can buy some more, but only if we keep it in the cupboard............'
Apr 7th 2014, 8:25 am
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Re: Pointless rows
Sorry Dean I should have clarified, I had just moved in with my boyfriend- now ex boyfriend.
Apr 7th 2014, 9:43 am
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Re: Pointless rows
Where to keep the coffee- I'd just moved in with my boyfriend and we had completely gutted the place so it was exactly how we wanted it, apart from he wanted to keep the coffee out on the kitchen top, I wanted it to be in the cupboard out of the way, we had a huge row (one of only a handful in 8 years) and then had a 6 month battle of wills with me putting it away, him getting it back out, I let him have that one in the end.
Whilst in the supermarket at 2am we also had a row about tins of tomatoes- I used to hate supermarket shopping and he used to read all of the nutritional info on the food and was reading the difference between a Tescos own and a branded tin- I lost it as I just wanted to get out of there and go home to bed- ended up screaming down the aisles at each other. I walked out and drove home leaving him to get a taxi, which he was not impressed about at all!
Whilst in the supermarket at 2am we also had a row about tins of tomatoes- I used to hate supermarket shopping and he used to read all of the nutritional info on the food and was reading the difference between a Tescos own and a branded tin- I lost it as I just wanted to get out of there and go home to bed- ended up screaming down the aisles at each other. I walked out and drove home leaving him to get a taxi, which he was not impressed about at all!
Apr 7th 2014, 12:10 pm
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Re: Pointless rows
Where to keep the coffee- I'd just moved in with my boyfriend and we had completely gutted the place so it was exactly how we wanted it, apart from he wanted to keep the coffee out on the kitchen top, I wanted it to be in the cupboard out of the way, we had a huge row (one of only a handful in 8 years) and then had a 6 month battle of wills with me putting it away, him getting it back out, I let him have that one in the end.
Whilst in the supermarket at 2am we also had a row about tins of tomatoes- I used to hate supermarket shopping and he used to read all of the nutritional info on the food and was reading the difference between a Tescos own and a branded tin- I lost it as I just wanted to get out of there and go home to bed- ended up screaming down the aisles at each other. I walked out and drove home leaving him to get a taxi, which he was not impressed about at all!
Whilst in the supermarket at 2am we also had a row about tins of tomatoes- I used to hate supermarket shopping and he used to read all of the nutritional info on the food and was reading the difference between a Tescos own and a branded tin- I lost it as I just wanted to get out of there and go home to bed- ended up screaming down the aisles at each other. I walked out and drove home leaving him to get a taxi, which he was not impressed about at all!
She didn't want them out on the shelf in the bedroom, I won't throw them away (unless swapping for new), only place I could put them was in a spare cupboard. SMART, because she can't complain even though it's weird.
The best, most pointless row is something that happens regularly in a recruitment office.
That's my candidate.
But it's my client.
So we get 50% of the fee each.
But it isn't your candidate.
But it is my candidate.
No it's not, it's out of date for your 'ownership'.
But I sent him to you.
ETC ETC ETC ETC
Hang on guys, has this guy accepted an offer?
No
Has he been offered?
No
Has he been interviewed?
No
Has he been sent to the client?
No
WHY ARE YOU ****ING ARGUING THEN YOU BASTARD HALF-WITS.
Apr 8th 2014, 2:41 am
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Re: Pointless rows
I have reading books in the kitchen cupboard.
She didn't want them out on the shelf in the bedroom, I won't throw them away (unless swapping for new), only place I could put them was in a spare cupboard. SMART, because she can't complain even though it's weird.
The best, most pointless row is something that happens regularly in a recruitment office.
That's my candidate.
But it's my client.
So we get 50% of the fee each.
But it isn't your candidate.
But it is my candidate.
No it's not, it's out of date for your 'ownership'.
But I sent him to you.
ETC ETC ETC ETC
Hang on guys, has this guy accepted an offer?
No
Has he been offered?
No
Has he been interviewed?
No
Has he been sent to the client?
No
WHY ARE YOU ****ING ARGUING THEN YOU BASTARD HALF-WITS.
She didn't want them out on the shelf in the bedroom, I won't throw them away (unless swapping for new), only place I could put them was in a spare cupboard. SMART, because she can't complain even though it's weird.
The best, most pointless row is something that happens regularly in a recruitment office.
That's my candidate.
But it's my client.
So we get 50% of the fee each.
But it isn't your candidate.
But it is my candidate.
No it's not, it's out of date for your 'ownership'.
But I sent him to you.
ETC ETC ETC ETC
Hang on guys, has this guy accepted an offer?
No
Has he been offered?
No
Has he been interviewed?
No
Has he been sent to the client?
No
WHY ARE YOU ****ING ARGUING THEN YOU BASTARD HALF-WITS.
Apr 8th 2014, 5:26 am
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Re: Pointless rows
but yes, Scamp is a scumbag.
Last edited by Millhouse; Apr 8th 2014 at 5:40 am.
Apr 8th 2014, 6:04 am
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Re: Pointless rows
I bet Britexpat is regularly pulling Lebo's apart when arguing over who tries to sell the FJ Cruiser to the short bloke
Apr 8th 2014, 6:20 am
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Re: Pointless rows
Doctor Dean replies:
Agree not to buy any coffee at all, after taking all remaining coffee in your house and throwing it away. Then see who cracks first............. If it is him, you can then say 'OK we can buy some more, but only if we keep it in the cupboard............'
Agree not to buy any coffee at all, after taking all remaining coffee in your house and throwing it away. Then see who cracks first............. If it is him, you can then say 'OK we can buy some more, but only if we keep it in the cupboard............'
