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If you're looking for jokes and giggles this isn't the thread for you my friend. However, you like a bit of gossip about someone you've never met and would like to offer your view please keep reading. 
I have just had a bit of an interesting chat with my missus.
We've been together for over 9 years and care about eachother very much. Her family and in particular her dad who is about 65 years old makes her unhappy. To cut a long story short he's a coward, a racist and a bully that eventually caused her brother to commit suicide a little over a year ago (he left a note blaming him for it). He's a big fat a
hole that likes to sit in his chair and scoff down ham and makes his wife tidy up behind him, blaming everyone other than himself when things go wrong - you get the picture.
Any way, my partner is Polish and lives with me in the UK - thankfully the tank buster 5000 is well over 800 miles away. Now, my misses being a kind and gentle soul wants to keep the peace - a year has gone since her brothers tragic passing and she has invited her dad over to stay with us for week. Today I am in day 4 of that week and he leaves this Saturday.
He can't speak a word of English and I can't speak a word of Polish so it's basically polite smiles to keep the peace and offering of biscuits when I'm home from work. Despite what I think of him I can put up with it - however...
About an hour ago my lady friend had a chat with me (i'm sitting in another room so fatso down stairs can watch my TV he can't understand on full blast whilst talking very loudly voicing his opinions about black people, jews and anyone else he can target) - think of hermann goering in my house if you will. I'm honestly not joking.
She explained that for the past few days she's bent over backwards shuttling him around and paying for everything so he can experience the whole London tourist scene whilst he makes bigoted racist comments of others around him when he's not pointing his camcorder at stuff like a child with a new toy. As you'd understand my missus is getting fed up so sparks up a conversation or two. Her dad dropped in conversation about her other brother (a 43 year old man) had to be "put in his place a few weeks ago so I smacked him one". She mentioned that all her other brother did was disagree with the father about something so the dad decided to block his exit from the room trying to show him he is still the alpha chimp - her brother clearly fed up with this bullst pushed him so he could go past and got punched in the face for it. You get the idea who I'm dealing with, okay cool - background info over with.
Okay - now to the point...
Today, sitting downstairs on my sofa he's said although I'm a "nice boy" (note I'm a 31 year old man) and acknowledged that I'm kind and look after his daughter very well I'd be no match for him in the physical department. Normally I wouldn't care about this stupid chest beating contest, especially from someone who has sweat stains on his back after walking up some stairs, however according to my misses he's come straight out with "He couldn't knock out a fly. He's not a man - I'd knock the st out of him to put him in his place".
Normally I'd just be the better man and walk off - but this chap is in my house as I'm typing this. I'm paying for his food. I've got him drinks. I'm constantly tidying up behind him, including the crusty pants he decided to hang over one of the bedroom radiators. I've been very polite and accommodating and even spent the best part of Saturday picking the Jabba the Hutt up from the airport. To say I'm a bit annoyed by his comments is an understatement.
My missus is counting the days until he is gone.
I'm not really sure what I want from this thread - I'm just venting really and hope some of you enjoyed a read but appreciate any thoughts and opinions.
I have just had a bit of an interesting chat with my missus.
We've been together for over 9 years and care about eachother very much. Her family and in particular her dad who is about 65 years old makes her unhappy. To cut a long story short he's a coward, a racist and a bully that eventually caused her brother to commit suicide a little over a year ago (he left a note blaming him for it). He's a big fat a
hole that likes to sit in his chair and scoff down ham and makes his wife tidy up behind him, blaming everyone other than himself when things go wrong - you get the picture.Any way, my partner is Polish and lives with me in the UK - thankfully the tank buster 5000 is well over 800 miles away. Now, my misses being a kind and gentle soul wants to keep the peace - a year has gone since her brothers tragic passing and she has invited her dad over to stay with us for week. Today I am in day 4 of that week and he leaves this Saturday.
He can't speak a word of English and I can't speak a word of Polish so it's basically polite smiles to keep the peace and offering of biscuits when I'm home from work. Despite what I think of him I can put up with it - however...
About an hour ago my lady friend had a chat with me (i'm sitting in another room so fatso down stairs can watch my TV he can't understand on full blast whilst talking very loudly voicing his opinions about black people, jews and anyone else he can target) - think of hermann goering in my house if you will. I'm honestly not joking.
She explained that for the past few days she's bent over backwards shuttling him around and paying for everything so he can experience the whole London tourist scene whilst he makes bigoted racist comments of others around him when he's not pointing his camcorder at stuff like a child with a new toy. As you'd understand my missus is getting fed up so sparks up a conversation or two. Her dad dropped in conversation about her other brother (a 43 year old man) had to be "put in his place a few weeks ago so I smacked him one". She mentioned that all her other brother did was disagree with the father about something so the dad decided to block his exit from the room trying to show him he is still the alpha chimp - her brother clearly fed up with this bulls
t pushed him so he could go past and got punched in the face for it. You get the idea who I'm dealing with, okay cool - background info over with.Okay - now to the point...
Today, sitting downstairs on my sofa he's said although I'm a "nice boy" (note I'm a 31 year old man) and acknowledged that I'm kind and look after his daughter very well I'd be no match for him in the physical department. Normally I wouldn't care about this stupid chest beating contest, especially from someone who has sweat stains on his back after walking up some stairs, however according to my misses he's come straight out with "He couldn't knock out a fly. He's not a man - I'd knock the s
t out of him to put him in his place". Normally I'd just be the better man and walk off - but this chap is in my house as I'm typing this. I'm paying for his food. I've got him drinks. I'm constantly tidying up behind him, including the crusty pants he decided to hang over one of the bedroom radiators. I've been very polite and accommodating and even spent the best part of Saturday picking the Jabba the Hutt up from the airport. To say I'm a bit annoyed by his comments is an understatement.
My missus is counting the days until he is gone.
I'm not really sure what I want from this thread - I'm just venting really and hope some of you enjoyed a read but appreciate any thoughts and opinions.
Edited by Anubis on Tuesday 17th May 22:31
Keep 'em coming.
Some of your posts are quite funny and as much as I'd like to reenact certain scenes of Pulp Fiction I can't. The simple reason is that if I were to get physical it'll end in tears with him taking a huge guilt trip on my partner and taking his "big man" bully boy aggression out on his poor wife back home.
I would love nothing more than to slam that fker in the nose but he never dares say anything to my face so it's all school playground stuff atm. It's all bravado but if I let it go on he will move things up to trying to intimidate in a physical sense like he does with his family - if it reached that point he'd be shown the door and das boot for certain.
It just baffles me why some people are just utter nobbers - even in my own home. And yep, he's an ill educated chap who thinks wearing beige trousers, beige jacket and a baseball cap is a good look. When I see him I think he's from the Joseph Fritzel league of bell ends.
I'm staying quiet for now - just 3 more days!!!
Some of your posts are quite funny and as much as I'd like to reenact certain scenes of Pulp Fiction I can't. The simple reason is that if I were to get physical it'll end in tears with him taking a huge guilt trip on my partner and taking his "big man" bully boy aggression out on his poor wife back home.
I would love nothing more than to slam that f
ker in the nose but he never dares say anything to my face so it's all school playground stuff atm. It's all bravado but if I let it go on he will move things up to trying to intimidate in a physical sense like he does with his family - if it reached that point he'd be shown the door and das boot for certain.It just baffles me why some people are just utter nobbers - even in my own home. And yep, he's an ill educated chap who thinks wearing beige trousers, beige jacket and a baseball cap is a good look. When I see him I think he's from the Joseph Fritzel league of bell ends.
I'm staying quiet for now - just 3 more days!!!
1 day left! Just 1 more day! Woohooo!!!
Today I was told he purposely barged through between two women chatting in the street as they were in his way minding their own business. Not feeling content he turned around and gave them 'the look' to prove his made his point and let them know who's boss.
More sausage points awarded to the fat guy from Poland.
Today I was told he purposely barged through between two women chatting in the street as they were in his way minding their own business. Not feeling content he turned around and gave them 'the look' to prove his made his point and let them know who's boss.
More sausage points awarded to the fat guy from Poland.
Edited by Anubis on Friday 20th May 23:28
He's gone. Oh yes, he's gone (went on Saturday evening)! 
We took him to the airport and he decided the best way to say thank you was to try and crush my hand via the old manly handshake. I'm not talking about a firm bloke grip here - it was a "i'm going to try and break your fingers by the joints" hand shake. I was expecting this, so we crushed each others hands in the process smiling at eachother; still he looked a little puzzled how this "just a boy" managed to hold his own even if it was just a 'handshake'.
I couldn't think of a bigger knobber to stay with us if we had tried. Not a single "thank you for letting me stay", "I'm proud of you" or "it was fantastic" - nope, he decided to part ways by being the knobhead he is and shall always be.
Still, once my partner scanned his Ryanair ticket for the automatic barriers to let him through for security (being a retard he couldn't figure it out himself) he turned around with his suitcase in hand, dressed top to toe in beige, baseball cap and massive belly and looked at us like a lost child not knowing where to go.
I shouted "off you go - clear off". Not a clue what I said, he proceeded to walk the wrong way, so left him to it. The fat fker managed to get on the plane and he's now in another country trying to prove he is alpha chimp with someone else (probably his poor elderly wife). I'm happy though.
We took him to the airport and he decided the best way to say thank you was to try and crush my hand via the old manly handshake. I'm not talking about a firm bloke grip here - it was a "i'm going to try and break your fingers by the joints" hand shake. I was expecting this, so we crushed each others hands in the process smiling at eachother; still he looked a little puzzled how this "just a boy" managed to hold his own even if it was just a 'handshake'.
I couldn't think of a bigger knobber to stay with us if we had tried. Not a single "thank you for letting me stay", "I'm proud of you" or "it was fantastic" - nope, he decided to part ways by being the knobhead he is and shall always be.
Still, once my partner scanned his Ryanair ticket for the automatic barriers to let him through for security (being a retard he couldn't figure it out himself) he turned around with his suitcase in hand, dressed top to toe in beige, baseball cap and massive belly and looked at us like a lost child not knowing where to go.
I shouted "off you go - clear off". Not a clue what I said, he proceeded to walk the wrong way, so left him to it. The fat f
ker managed to get on the plane and he's now in another country trying to prove he is alpha chimp with someone else (probably his poor elderly wife). I'm happy though. Edited by Anubis on Tuesday 24th May 17:21
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