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Wake up, Sheeple! is a particular bugbear with me at the minute.

Smallman1 Oftentimes

Troy Aikman says it all the time in his Fox coverage of the NFL. Fucking winds me up.

Also ‘winningest’ when watching American ‘sports’

    “I’m not crying, you’re crying.” - 53.8k Retweets 381k Likes

    ‘Boils my piss’ - tired of hearing this one now.

    I was today years old when I realised that people that say “I was today years old” need to get in the fucking sea.

      Feel similar about that fucking because… abomination.

      Eg. “Ugh, america is such a shit hole because Donald trump!”*

      Fuck off and write your sentences correctly, you irritating cunt. It’s bad enough that I have to read that piffle that comes from inside that freaky looking head of yours, without being forced to do so and it making no sense whatsoever.

      *just an example and no offence meant to our American brothers and sisters.

      Due to spending copious amounts of time on YouTube recently, I’ve spotted the almost constant misuse of the word ‘fit’, ‘fits’ and ‘fitted’ by are American friends. Example:

      ‘That fit in there’

      When it should read:

      ‘That fitted in there’ or ‘That fits in there’.

      A small thing, but one that makes me want to invade.

        Sounds more like porn tube than YouTube with those type of sentences in use, amps…

          @Kells77 Welcome back, Kells! I hope you’ve fully recovered from your bout of the splurts.

            Mad_Cyril Epilepsy is a porn category?

            It’s fit for purpose, mc!

            SM001 Hahaha….yes! All better now, apart from my voice, which is still recovering. I sound like the coolest, 90 year old smoker you’ve ever met 😂

            GOP, when used by non-Americans.

            Fucking cringe-worthy adoption of a colloquialism (acronym in this case)that has no relevance to you whatsoever.

            What’s next, spending most of March running round shouting SPRING BREAK WHOOOOOO!! out of car windows?

            O’Clock.

            “It’s beer o’clock,” shouts the office pillock at 5pm. Two people out of about 100 on the floor follow him to the Mulberry Tree. Everyone else gives him the s-to-the-werve and heads for the Red Lion.

            “It’s ALWAYS Prosecco o’clock in this house! It’s 6 o’clock SOMEWHERE!”