What is it wi the fucking pricks that decide to start chasing pigeons aboot during rush hour? Walking across George Square anytime between 4 and 7 is a fucking war zone. Wee fannies (not wee in size or wee in age just wee fucking fannies) leading the charge on a squad of rats wi wings and every time without fair they strap up and bolt for safety in my fucking direction.
Next time this happens am automatically assuming you’ve read this and done it intentionally and am offering the person a square go live on Reddit. You’ll win but it’s no the point |