Tag: rude

  • The Best Way To Pay A Male Stripper

    Last night, my friends and I went to a Ladies Night Club. One of the girls wanted to impress the rest of us, so she pulled out a £10 note. When the male dancer came over to us, my friend licked the £10 note and stuck it to his bum cheek! Not to be outdone, another friend pulls out a £20 note. She called the guy back , licks the £20 note, and sticks it to his other bum cheek.

    In another attempt to impress the rest of us, my third friend pulls out a £50 note and calls the guy over, and licks the £50 note. I’m worried about the way things are going, but fortunately, she just stuck it to one of his bum cheeks again. My relief was short-lived. Seeing the way things are going, the guy races over to me.

    Now everyone’s attention is focused on me, and the guy is egging me on to try to top the £50. My brain was churning as I reached for my wallet. What was I to do? The woman in me took over… I got out my ATM card, swiped it down the crack of his bum, grabbed the eighty quid and left!.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/Rudesonarole/

  • Why I Banned Peppa Pig From My House

    Why I banned peppa pig from my house

    Peppa pig aka rude little brat is banned from my house and for good reason.

    Now I’m not against my children Amelia 4 and Caleb 2 watching television at all, in fact sometimes it’s the only peace and quiet I get.

    Now I’m sure every parent has seen Peppa pig but if not I’ll explain it.

    Peppa lives in a large house with mummy pig daddy pig and her little brother George (who is the only bloody character whose name doesn’t rhyme) George carries a dinosaur around with him.

    Every episode is just as wrong and annoying as the last.

    Peppa has hardly any manners, is never disciplined, is rude to her friends even hangs up the phone on them when they can do something she can’t erm how bloody rude..

    Peppa speaks for her brother and bosses him around this is probably why he is such a cry baby and constantly gets his own way, great life lesson cry and scream and get what you want.

    Peppas parents give into their children and clearly the pigs are not supervised properly.

    Peppa is a spoilt brat we all know that but that is not the only reason I’ve banned Peppa from my house.

    The program is bloody annoying “a bing bong” song is one of the reasons that I can’t stand this awful show.

    My daughter became obsessed with bloody puddles and stopped saying spaghetti we now have peegetti, arghhh chop her up and turn her into bacon.

    My heart aches for poor Miss.Rabbit who has at least 10 jobs, there is a bloody potato, yes a potato, yet they eat chips, a hamster vet who treats other creatures.

    What the actual hell are the producers on? Acid?

    This show makes my brain hurt and my ears bleed, if Peppa was real I’d make her road kill.

    We are now loyal fans of a child who is allowed to roam the jungle unattended with a creepy talking monkey called Boots and a bunch of puppies on a mission. Fml roll on the teen years.

  • What’s Going On With Our Nursery Rhymes

    WHAT’S GOING ON WITH OUR NURSERY RHYMES 🤭

    Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are,

    Well actually I don’t because I’ve just sang that you are a star. You can’t be a diamond in the sky because you are a STAR

    In fact you are probably not even a star anymore, you probably burnt out years ago.

    If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands.

    But if you clap your hands every time you are happy, you are gonna look well weird, and if you’re not sectioned then someone may throw you a fish.

    Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,

    All the kings horses and all the kings men,

    Hang on a minute. An egg falling off a wall is now a matter of national security. They got nothing better to do? No wonder our country is going down hill if we are crying over a cracked egg that should have been in the bloody fridge anyway, not sitting in the sun on a wall. Salmonella!!

    Hickorie dickorie dock, the mouse ran up the clock,

    Well call the pest control if you have mice running round your house. So unhygienic especially with kids.

    Three blind mice, see how they run, they all run after the farmer wife, who cut off their tails with a carving knife …

    So many things wrong here, firstly how do they know the mice are blind. I wasn’t aware there was ophthalmology for rodents and if they are running after someone in particular then they must be able to see her.

    And if said mice were blind, then why would you cut their tails off too. Double whammy. There has to be some sort of animal rights protest about this. And note to self, don’t have a roast that the farmers wife has made unless she’s cleaned her knives.

    The Grand old Duke of York, he had ten thousand men, he marched them up to the top of the hill and he marched them down again.

    Great! So when our soldiers are called to war, all they will know how to do is march, they will probably be knackered, but they could answer some questions on positional language of a hill. Screwed.

    Old King Cole, Was a merry old soul,

    And a merry old soul was he;

    So was he drunk?

    He called for his pipe,

    And he called for his bowl,

    And he called for his fiddlers three!

    And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,

    And a very fine fiddle had he.

    I have no words, this is so inappropriate, this guy would well have been arrested and questioned.

    Incy wincy spider climbed up the water spout, down came the rain n washed the spider out.

    The end. The spider drowned. And if it didn’t I’ve just walloped it with my shoe, so it Defo won’t be climbing anywhere again

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/tellingthetruthtomums/

  • Tonight I Cried With Him, He Didn’t Ask To Be Autistic

    Tonight, I cried with him…

    To the lady in the bathroom:

    Know that words hurt.. They ran deep to my soul tonight.. Why? I’m not sure as I’m usually this “strong person” and can “handle anything”, but tonight, your words hurt..

    ::Back Story::

    Tonight was Tatum’s last night of swimming lessons. As a treat, they always let the kids jump off the diving boards if they want. So, after many jumps off the edge, Tatum FINALLY jumped off the board.. ALL.BY.HIMSELF.. This was HUGE as this is something he typically would be wayyy to scared to do. Unfortunately, because he jumped off the side for way to long, he only got a few rounds of the diving board before class was over.

    He was mad. He kicked. He screamed. He yelled. He bawled.

    I tried calming him down in the pool, however, he wasn’t having it. So we got out.

    He was mad. He kicked. He screamed. He yelled. He bawled, all the way into the shower room where we got dressed. I was trying –everything– in my will power to calm him down. I couldn’t do it.

    This.Is.Autism…

    20 minutes go by with NO behavior change. He was still mad. He was still kicking and screaming at the top of his lungs. I just kept saying, “Tatum, you need to calm down!”

    Finally, a moment where he listened to me as I calmly said in a low voice, “Tatum, you need to calm down and listen to Mommy”…

    In this moment of calm, I overheard a Mom say to another Mom, “Glad that’s not my kid, I’d beat his ass.” <—- and that my friends is when I started bawling…

    You see, I didn’t “intend” for my child to get this disability. It is a struggle every.single.day.. He doesn’t know “calm”.. He fights until he no longer physically can. Somedays that’s 20 minutes, somedays that’s an hour.. And multiple times a day at that.. I wish I could help him, but I can’t….

    But, let me tell you what…. Joining in his world of chaos and “beating his ass” won’t make it any better.

    I cried with you tonight Tatum. Mama can only be so strong. People can be so rude. Especially people who have never dealt with a disability.

    So.. After calming down, on both our parts, I asked Tatum if he was ready to go home for the night.. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, “Tatum naughty, sorry Mommy!”

    You are NOT naughty little boy. We will learn how to calm down in stressful situations one way or another.. It will take us several tries to see what way works best for us, but I promise, we will figure it out. Don’t EVER think you are “naughty” for not knowing how to be calm.

    And to the woman in the bathroom, I pray for you. I pray that you NEVER have a child with a disability. I pray that you know how to calm your babies each and everyday in every situation. I pray that your babies never act out in public.. But most of all, I pray that you think of my little boy tonight. I pray that God shows you how much you hurt me. I am strong for my little man, but tonight I wasn’t, and that’s because of your hurtful words. He saw my pain, he saw my weakness, and I’m NOT ok with that. I am his rock. I am supposed to remain calm while he’s not. And I wish you would have to and kept your words to yourself.

    ::Remember::

    We all have hearts, and we all have feelings. Even the “strongest” of us get hurt

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/erica.davis.9212301

     

  • Rude Joke Of The Day

    A nun teaching religion was speaking to her class one morning and she asked the question, “When you die and go to heaven….. which part of your body goes first?

    Suzy raised her hand and said, “I think its your hands.”

    “Why do you think its your hands, Suzy?” said the Nun.

    Suzy replied, “Because when you pray, you hold your hands together in front of you and God just takes your hands first.”

    “What a wonderful answer!” the nun said.

    Little Johnny raised his hand and said, “Sister, I think its your legs”.

    The nun looked at him with the strangest look on her face.

    Now Little Johnnie, why would you think it would be your legs?

    Little Johnny said,”Well I walked into mommy and daddy’s bedroom the other night..

    Mommy had her legs straight up in the air, and she was saying, “OH GOD, I’M COMING!”.

    If dad hadn’t pinned her down, we’d have lost her!”

    THE NUN FAINTED! 😂😂😂

  • Rude Joke Of The Day

    A mother was working in the kitchen, listening to her five-year-old son playing with his new electric train set in the living room.

    She heard the train stop and her son saying, ‘All of You b*****ds who want off, get off now, ‘cos we’re in a hurry! And all of you b*****ds who are getting on, get on now, ‘cos we’re going down the tracks’.

    The horrified mother went in and told her son, ‘We don’t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and stay there for

    TWO HOURS.

    When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.’

    Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say,

    ‘All passengers who are disembarking the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you.

    We thank you for travelling with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one.’

    She hears the little boy continue,

    ‘For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train.

    We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.’

    As the mother began to smile, the child added……….

    ‘For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the fat controller in the kitchen.

    Credit Alan peacock

  • I Quit Being A Carer To Work In KFC And Its So Much Better

    Eighteen long years I have worked in care, I gained many many qualifications, spent hours training to be the best I could possibly be in my sector.

    I would wash and dress the elderly, I would sit with them and brush their hair, paint their nails and listen to all the stories from their past, I genuinely cared about every single person I was employed to look after.

    Many a times I held the hand of someone I had loved as they took their last breath, I sang to them, stroked their hair and sobbed when they passed on, I attended their funeral and stood with “family” members who never or rarely visited their mum/dad as they cried their crocodile tears, with only the thought of their will in their minds.

    I cleaned out their room as management arranged for the next “body” to move in, the next pay cheque.

    I dished up the Tesco value food on to their plate, and watched the owner drive home early in their brand new car, I brought in shampoo and soap for the lady who had nothing.

    Working in care broke me, whilst I loved the people I cared for, I constantly felt I was being rushed by seniors or management, I was given names of residents to get up, whether they were sleeping or not, I wasn’t allowed to spend quality time talking to them, or making them feel loved, it was all about getting people up and dressed as quick as possible.

    Compassion was missing, Love was lacking, from the people earning the most out of these wonderful people’s lives.

    Every day I would go home wondering if someone would be ok, would they still be alive by my next shift, I received a disciplinary for taking too long to bathe someone and when I was told to hurry up “I had spoken rudely to a senior”, that was the last straw for me, how can you bathe a 87-year-old woman in 5 minutes, that’s not a bath, that’s cruel!

    I quit!!! I can’t do it!!!

    I got a job in KFC actually earn more money (not that you get into care for the cash) I am less stressed, my day offs I don’t think about the chickens, I still think about the people I cared for but I had to think about me, something needs to change in care homes and put the residents needs and wants first, management shouldn’t see them as a cash flow, I understand they need to make money but not so much that the elderly are suffering. The care sector needs to wake up and realise they are pushing good people out of the industry!

  • To The Woman In Aldi That Made My Son Feel Awful

    To the woman in Aldi that made my son and me feel like complete shit today.

    I’m sorry you felt that my son being excited about getting a bag of his favorite apples and jumping up and down beside me was such a big deal that you needed to ask me to “control my kid because people are trying to shop.” when I told you that he can’t help it and was just excited, and even apologized to you, you decided to roll your eyes and cut me off. And then you did something I really wasnt expecting.

    I’m not sure if you noticed it when you bent down, but Caden got excited again thinking you were coming to say hi. He used to be afraid of strangers. Weve been working on that. But instead of saying hi, you got close to his face and asked him “What is wrong with you, does your mommy never take you anywhere?” Then you pointed out that he didn’t say anything back to you. When I informed you that he is unable to talk, you laughed and said “No surprise there, he can’t even walk through a store” before walking away.

    I’m not sure if you can tell, but you broke his fucking heart and mine when you did that. I left all of my groceries and walked out of the store. I took him to Wendys, his favorite place. I thought he would like some nuggets and he loves the apple slices there because they’re different colors and he can line the colors up on his tray. But he didn’t get excited. He didn’t smile or jump. He just sat there with the saddest fucking look on his face while he picked at his food. I hope you’re happy with yourself.

    Signed, pissed off mama.

    Edit: the woman was a customer. Not a worker.

    Credit Hannah Sewell

  • This Note Broke Me, Not All Disabilities Are Visable

    To the person who put this on my car which I had put my disabled badge fully on show I’m not angry at your pure ignorance I’m actually upset with it. How dare you ever accuse anyone of not needing a disabled badge without knowing.

    I wish you had the balls to say this to my face and I would have told you (even though I don’t need to explain myself to the likes of you) but id of happily said why I have a badge.

    I promise to get the stigma away from people with disabled badges who don’t “look disabled” I hope this gets shared and back to you and you will see my son is terminally ill he’s had over 15 operations 3 open hearts, 2 stomach, lung and diaphragm and countless artery stenting operations and spent half his life on intensive care.

    He’s had 2 strokes and was paralysed, brain-damaged and has a spine and hip condition aswell as a massive heart condition. The reason I didn’t get his wheelchair out was because I was running late because my son who had a MRI scan CTSCAN and a dye for heart function yesterday only got discharged late and was back in this morning so carried him in.

    But for your information not everyone who holds a blue badge needs to have a wheelchair! I’ve told Alder hey security and broke down, I’ve sat through things nobody should see but why did your note break me? Because it’s your pure ignorance towards others I’m a single mum trying my best to hold it together for my son who’s in and out of hospital. NOT ALL DISABILITIES ARE VISABLE and I hope you regret doing this and learn your lesson!

    I knew something would be said one day as everyday I get looks and stares and see people whispering to each other about me and bobby walking from the car. Everyone needs to stop and think before acting I hardly ever let anything upset me but this did. How aggressive aswell and as for conning my son’s disabled pass is not a con he’s actually seriously ill. I’ve added a picture of him to prove not everyone looks ill or disabled but can be seriously ill.

    This Note Broke Me, Not All Disabilities Are Visable
    This Note Broke Me, Not All Disabilities Are Visable

    I’d like to point out this has nothing to do with the hospital itself they was lovely with me when I was upset and they treat us with every respect always have for 3 long years with them. They’ve saved my son’s life many times it’s just somebody who was parked on the car park.

    Credit Emma Doherty

  • Rude Joke Of The Day 1 Minute Read

    Rude joke of the day 1 minute read

    A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book, and noticed he had his collar on backwards.

    The little boy asked why he wore his collar that way. The man, who was a priest, said, ” I am a Father.”

    The little boy replied, “My Daddy doesn’t wear his collar like that.”

    The priest looked up from his book and answered, “I am the Father of many.”

    The boy said, “My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two grandchildren and he doesn’t wear his collar that way.”

    The priest, getting impatient, said, “I am the Father of hundreds” and went back to reading his book.

    The little boy sat quietly thinking for a while, then leaned over and said,”Maybe you should wear your pants backwards instead of your collar.”

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