Things dat Trivyully Annoy You (part whatever) *MOD WARNING IN OP* NEW

That happens me quite a bit. Sometimes I wake up every 2 hours and check the phone to see how much time I have left in bed.

Anyway...on Monday afternoon on the Red line Luas from Heuston to the City Centre, 2 haggard looking loudmouth scrotes got on at the Museum. One with no mask and the other with the mask dangling from his chin. One started leering at an Asian girl standing in front of him. The other gets into a big argument with some other scrote outside the Luas door at the Smithfield stop while his "mot" was banging the door of the Luas at the opposite side with her fist. The argument meant that the door couldn't close and it was preventing the Luas from taking off. Honestly, I often think the world would be better if these type of people just disappeared.

Ohhhh ceremonies now, for putting in a plug or flicking a switch... aka a ceremony facilitated for and by the business community to remind everyone ‘ you should start spending your money with us now, come on it’s Christmas ‘

What kind of masochist turns on the light when they go to the bathroom at night? The goal is to stay as asleep as possible.

The number of people at the gym who are now not sanitizing equipment after using it, just finishing using, getting up and moving to the next equipment ... the demographic in the ‘main’ ive noticed seems to be young wans in their early 20’s... the types that seem to spend about 5 minutes between each exercise just strolling around seeing who might be looking at them or attempting to engage someone in conversation while leaning on and blocking access to free equipment.. which they don’t of course sanitize either....complete gimps....likely ill need just to give the fûckin machines a wipe down now ‘before’ I start using them just to be extra cautious given the number of these pricks. grrrrrrrr

That kind of overwhelming feeling when you've to go back to work after two weeks off. I'd happily just stay at home with the pets every day. I better win the lotto soon

Heard from a mate who restores classic cars that he spent 2 years restoring a classic car, dropped it to the owner, asked where he was going to garage it only to be told it was grand here parked up outside on the road. Hate the people who buy, at no small expense, classic cars only to leave them out in all weathers to rot into the ground.

They're called terminal hairs. Just in case you ever find yourself at an oddly specific table quiz.

I have a hair that grows out of a mole in my neck at a rate of about two inches a day. If I don't notice it a few days in a row I could wear it like a combover. When I'm in the barber, the barber always cuts it very subtly with a swift movement like a scissors wielding ninja. When I cut it I look like a nervous puppy looking in the mirror wondering if I can trust my depth perception.

That reminds me of a TA re cubicles. You go in sit down, the the automatic lights go off. So you're frantically waving arms for the sensor to kick in.

Shouldn't be allowed!!!