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Today's Motto is
I wish a lot. On a daily basis.
It usually starts by Aspiration Wish under my breath.
Whisper to myself: Geezo, I wish those two lassies would stop fucking bickering.
Then usually followed by a silent Prayer Wish.
Prayer: God, please let them stop fighting and give me strength!
My wishing then progresses into a longing and smart Request Wish.
Raising my voice: I wish you girls would stop fighting, please!
Girls Giggling: Sorry, mum!
By then I’m getting aggravated and my voice crescendos into a displeased Demand Wish.
Shouting like a rabid banshee: You girls better stop it or I’m getting the wooden spoon!
My wish is now a demand and my face has turned a pretty shade of fuchsia. My veins are about to explode and I am bordering on fucking heart failure. I stomp towards the kitchen frantically digging in the drawer for a sturdy wooden spoon to smack bottoms with.
My Infuriated Wish is genuinely fugly, Plonkers
Foaming at the mouth: What don’t you understand about “ stop fighting!”??
Both girls get speedy smacks to the bum with the wooden spoon and a few minutes later I’m riddled with guilt and brought to tears.
Amongst the tears, snot and sniffing, I think to myself : All I wished for was for them to stop bickering.
Not matter what type of wish, my wishes hardly ever come true.
Today's Insult is a level 2 Insult.
Everyone does it, whoever says they don't is a fucking liar! It takes a Wankee to know a Wanker.
To call someone a Wanker is not that bad of an insult but its such a fun one to say. Go on give it a try. Say it out loud.
That wee man choking the monkey is distracting you isn't he? Yip, that's what a Wanker is supposed to do. Mission accomplished.
Here's a good one for a t-shirt.