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Post by woznorthyorksexile on Oct 25, 2024 17:32:20 GMT
Daytime TV. How the hell am I supposed to enjoy watching TV on my days off (when I've finished the household stuff that needs doing, of course), when all I'm being told between programs is that one day I'm going to get ill and die and here's a bunch of people that want me to give them money to cover me when that happens, here's a bunch of people that want me to leave them money when I'm gone, and here's another bunch of people that can shove me in a box and get rid of me. Just f*** off. There's shed loads of money in it lol. Already got mine arranged so f*** 'em. Only my son is invited to what will be a humanist ceremony. No mentions of God or any parsons within a mile of it, no cortege, one hearse to take the cheapest box they've got to the crem. The only reason I need my son to go is to collect the ashes, whizz them up to Sandwood Bay on the far north-west coast of Scotland, wait for a gust of wind, pop the cork out, and Bingo, sorted. |
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Post by bringbacklenwhite on Oct 26, 2024 10:02:36 GMT
I am intrigued Gazza. Must look out for that one !!!
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