The Anger Inside

Yesterday I was at the Trafford Centre doing a bit of shopping when I bumped into Rachel Wisden who I used to go to Penwortham Girls School with. I absolutely despise this woman ever since she grassed me up to Mrs Whittaker for taking a short cut during cross country when we were 15. I ended up being removed as school sports captain for a term.

Seriously, it was all I could do to restrain myself from throttling the bitch outside H&M. Even though it was nearly 20 years ago the anger is still there and I daydream about plunging a knife into her grassing chest.

Is there anyone in your life that you still feel deep anger towards whether it be rational or irrational? Cheating partner? Someone who mocked you? Laughed at your small penis? Pushed you off your Raleigh Burner when you were 7?

Yes. My 9 year old cousin,who was given the simple task of pushing my pram round the block,whilst Mum and her friends had a natter.
Half way through his journey,he managed to swap me for a 3 wheeler bike. The kids he did the deal with weren't interested in me,but the pram wheels,which they needed in order to build a bogie.
A major panic ensued,during which my cousin fled the scene. I won't bore you with the rest of the sorry tale,but every time I see my cousin I want to punch his face in.
He's always bemoaned the fact that it was a crappy bike anyway, '"with a shitty basket on the front".
I could have died! Bastard.

boltonbonce wrote:Half way through his journey he managed to swap me for a 3 wheeler bike.

There's nothing like being grassed up for getting the old anger going.

We had a right sadistic bastard of a teacher at school who told everyone to get their text books, about 5 of them, covered by the following week. You know the style - left-over wallpaper, sticky-back plastic etc.

Came the day and I'd forgotten all about it. Fortunately a kid called Cockroft was off sick and I knew he'd already covered his books with nice brown wrapping paper so I borrowed them out of his desk, wrote my name on the front and showed them to the teacher, job's a good 'un.

Cockroft comes back in the following day, sees my name written on the front of his books and he's nearly in tears because I've 'defaced' his crappy parcel paper. I tried to reason with the mard-arsed cunt but to no avail and he goes blabbing to the teacher and I finish up getting six across the backside.

Naturally, the weasel in question went on to become a police officer. Obnoxious Twat.

The person I get most angry with is.....me!!....... when, instead of staying cool and superior, I lose my temper with someone who is being unreasonable, thus making me..... angry!

Natasha Whittam wrote:Yesterday I was at the Trafford Centre doing a bit of shopping when I bumped into Rachel Wisden 



 Someone who mocked you? Laughed at your small penis? 

So Rachel Wisden laughed at your small penis?

Hahaha deleting posts again 'Natasha'? 

Mentalist 

What did she delete

One of my posts.

She's always at it .

And it isn't a she 

It was probably kp

KP is power mad , you could be right.

Doubt it.

'Natasha' has a history of deleting my posts when he gets upset 

How do you delete someone else's comment?

Easy if you are secretly admin.

He'll be getting that anger inside when he reads this 

Boggersbelief wrote:It was probably kp

On your bike!!!

Breadman wrote:How do you delete someone else's comment?

You don't have the privileges to do so Breadders and quite rightly so as it would be a free for all and no posts left after you lot have had your clicky fingers on the button!

I have said it before and I will say it again, the member Natasha Whittam is not a moderator of any kind!

Natasha thé secret mod hahahaha.