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1. What Really Irritates Me In Men, Women and Poodles and Other Sartorial Considerations Very Late at Night - Part 2



Hey guys,

I know it's been a while and that it's only the second post in this series, but I hope the wait was worthwhile. Here comes:


What Really Irritates Me In Men, Women and Poodles and Other Sartorial Considerations Very Late at Night - Part 2

I met a poodle the other day, at a relative's. I write 'met' because I was led to disbelieve that it was a normal dog and had a persona of its own. That she -  for it was a she - literally had a character quite peculiar to her and the tenacity of a dog on a bone. This one rather had a hangdog look, with lots of hair and an indecently long fringe covering its/her eyes. I was wondering how it/she made its way between people's legs without bumping into them. Fact is, it/she couldn't. Not all the time. But with eponymous dogged determination it - she, SHE - pursued calculating angles of approach at the last second and avoiding collision, not avoiding collision. Worst thing was that when someone just patted her on the head, she couldn't help herself and had to relieve the content of her bladder on the floor. So you could follow her path in the house by leaning at light's angle and spot the tiny, light-yellow droplets. Well, I guess my aunt was right, this...dog definitely has a character of her own.

Delicacies abound in our world.

I particularly distaste the people who do not smash their cigarette stubs underfoot. I always think they could save a few atoms of oxygen.

Pigeonsthat fly right above your head could drive me to buy a gun and start an aviary war.
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2. What Really Irritates Me In Men, Women and Poodles and Other Sartorial Considerations Very Late at Night



Hi guys,

Today, I'm starting a whole new series. I'll be adding up as I go along and meet gems. So I guess that the quantity that I will add depends on the progression rate of humankind. By 'progression' I really meant 'regression', and if you ask me, a good few people would agree with me. Let's cross out 'good', right?


What Really Irritates Me In Men, Women and Poodles and Other Sartorial Considerations Very Late at Night

I have always been dumbfounded by theshort-memory of men who dry their hands after making pee-pee – thatis, they have completely forgotten to wash their hands in the firstplace, as if toilets were the cleanest places in our modern world.

We really fail to recognise thegen(i)us of the homo automobilis who not only swerves onto thesame lane of an incoming pedestrian, but accelerates.

Surpassing him instupidity might undeniably b the pre-pubescent brat or thepre-adolescent pimple-ish jejune fille who is wearing outrageousmake-up that would deter even the most ruttish mandrill baboon andwho unashamedly allows her phone to play that latest Lady Gagaringtone full blast in a cinema and then picks up the phone to resumethe savvy narration of the latest piece of gossip her friend couldlay her hand on.

Another palatabledelicacy is served by the mosquito who basely awaits the cover ofnight to lash out at any patch of skin we might have foolishly leftuncovered. Which triggers the question: “What could be morenerve-racking than a mosquito hovering an inch above your ear?” Towhich I would answer: “It would be knowing that there is a mosquitohovering an inch above your ear but no longer hearing it buzz” – whichmeans either landing on the said patch of skin (I defy anyone to denyhaving then slapped his or her face) or the desertion because of theabsence of said patch of skin. The incommoding itchiness and rash onecommonly experiences a few minutes later points to the former.

People who light acigarette right under a “No Smoking” sign make me go bananas.They cannot only read, they also cannot feign casualnessconvincingly.
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