U fkn cnt m8, u tkn da piss?
w0teva bruv, innit.
(and of course I remembered. Perchloric acid is nasty enough as it is (and a lot worse when its over 60% solution, then it gets a tendency to start fires, build up some rather unstable organoperchlorate derivatives in the ductwork of fume hoods that like to go 'BOOM!' when unexpected (one needs a separate, dedicated fume hood to work with HClO4 for that reason, although outside in the back garden will do, although I'd dispose of the gas mask cartridges afterwards, just to make sure it didn't do the same thing with whatever has already been scrubbed by the filter canisters. Wearing a potential (and unpredictable as hell) bomb strapped to each side of my head isn't really my idea of a very good idea), and if spilled on organics, like labcoats, assuming it doesn't just ignite or else burn through them, as perchloric is one of the strongest mineral acids around, at least relatively common ones, along with chlorosulfonic acid, or really nastily and sneakily, if it drips onto wooden bench tops, it can do the same thing, and render the very workspace itself friction, shock and heat sensitive. Would that EVER be a nasty shock! an exploding workbench!
Ah, I remember another one that just makes me want to rip someone's spine out through the eye of their dick. 'blud'
Ebonics in general, makes the speaker sound like a gutterspawned, dumb as shit piece of dirt who really needs to be slapped in the mouth. With a chair, One of those heavy antique mahogany ones too, so it leaves the ebonics-slobbering gutterfuck with a permanent chair shaped imprint in their torso, where their head was driven after being throughly whacked through their shoulders until they are able to contemplate their navel. From the inside. Lick their own liver clean like a dog licking it's arse ring.
Although why anybody would want to lick their own liver I really do not know. But, if it can't tell the difference between the verb 'to ask' and the noun 'axe', then they really need a close encounter with the latter. It's humongously cuntish. Just begging to be beaten to death with a sock full of frozen dog muck
And another. Not so much a saying, as an un-saying.
When people have a passive-aggressive bitch-fest aimed at you,because you didn't do something or say something they wanted you to do, or did do or say something they wanted you not to; because 'I shouldn't have HAD to ask, you should have guessed what I wanted'. Writing between the lines, and worse, writing between the lines of that which is left unwritten, metaphorically speaking. And bitching you out because you aren't a telepath.
NT-ese, basically. I mean, really....how the FUCK am I meant to guess what is going through the head of somebody, who refuses to say what they are thinking and what they want just because they think you automatically ought to be able to read their minds, and then when you don't, because they refused to say what they wanted 'just because', and you aren't a fucking telepath? And expect you to read and speak body language with as much detail, right down to grammar and punctuation as one would use if speaking sign (I do, actually, in ASL and one thing that is SUPER irritating, is people speaking in ASL in text-speak, Such as for example, signing the letter fingerspelling sign 'U' in lieu of the sign for 'you', or fingerspelling 'Y.O.U')
It'd doubtless be the same if I spoke BSL as well, but I only know one or two words in BSL; the two dialects aren't mutually intelliible. To the quite hilarious extent of 'goodbye' in BSL being one of the signs meaning 'bitch' in ASL sign.
