A bit council Vol 2
Discussion
LordJammy said:
Being morbidly obese and spending an hour or so hobbling around your council house front garden on crutches and intermittently leaning on the front gate. All the while letting out singular little coughs like clockwork to prove you're disabled or to annoy the f
k out of the windscreen man (me) who's working Sunday to pay for all the benefit that is no doubt being coined in by Jabba the Hut on her dole poles.
Imagine living next door to social housing, in the house you work all hours to pay for, they are always about, having a nice time, keeping all the workers awake with their anticsk out of the windscreen man (me) who's working Sunday to pay for all the benefit that is no doubt being coined in by Jabba the Hut on her dole poles.
Johnnytheboy said:
This is the kind of thing that austinsmirk has described to us on here. Just horrendous
Every room in the place was like that including the Bath full of stuff.
I visited there again some months later and the same stuff was still in the bath and the Kitchen was even worse! The Guy was a complete slob but very handy on the computer keyboards, they knew their way around the Benefit system.
I visited there again some months later and the same stuff was still in the bath and the Kitchen was even worse! The Guy was a complete slob but very handy on the computer keyboards, they knew their way around the Benefit system.
Whistle said:
Tempted to ask if they can modify the last word in this one though
https://www.wallchick.com/collections/funny-wine-w...
Johnnytheboy said:
Not a new thing but probably more common. My delivery route (about 12-14 years ago) used to take me through a newish council estate in the Herefordshire countryside. One lady had a house that looked fairly new from the outside but once the door opened I'd be knocked back by the stench of faeces and stale piss as her kids ran around in the nude leaving their waste where it dropped. Literally, she had a child who was about 6 years old pissing up the wall when she was signing for a parcel. Was even worse once thought the door. Rubbish was simply chucked on the floor, rotten food scattered throughout. We had to dodge the turds on the floor when delivering a new tv and we did report her for the condition she was keeping her kids in as it was unbelievable. I don't know if anything was ever done as I thankfully found a new job shortly after the tv delivery.
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