Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
Sigh.
This photo was submitted by Nick Anderson from the Facebook Shit London group. I think it’s pretty much a given that whoever own this number plate must be a tool of the highest order. I’d write more but I think the comments on the group say it all…
Eagle eyed Shit Londoner Chris Lonie spotted this sign in a newsagents window offering help to struggling students and observes “A plagiarist who can’t spell plagiarism. If you’re getting this person to write your assignments, maybe it’s time you changed course…?”
He has a point there.
I like the name of this business, it’s a good pun, but I’m not so sure about the casual misogyny that follows. That’s the kind of humour that used to wheeze through the lips of bloated old “Churchill the Insurance Dog” lookalike, stand-up comedians in the late 1970′s. I can only assume that this person must’ve had some bad experiences with women in the past…driving around with this on his roof I don’t think he’s in for any good ones anytime soon.
Spotted by Nathan Eaton
Shit Londoner Rachael Gore spotted this note outside on a bus stop outside of West Brompton station. At first glance this looks like a case of potential mole bothering that might have to be reported to the RSPCA but as you read on it becomes quite a sad peek into a man’s frustrated existence. He’s been dealt a rubbish hand in life, one that I can’t even begin to imagine dealing with and is admirably trying to make things better for himself. Maybe he’s exhausted all other avenues and through sheer desperation has chosen advertising on bus stops as his last resort. I really hope for his sakes that he ends up finding satisfaction quickly. On a cautionary note to him though I think it’s best to start off with one woman rather than to “give himself” to an entire group.
I should point out that Racheal said this note had disappeared the next day so there is chance that perhaps he had his wish fulfilled.
Let’s hope so.
* If you are a group of females having difficulty finding a man to have sex with please e-mail me and I’ll pass his number on.
*Maybe
At first glance this looks like a simple case of misspelling. Perhaps the person who wrote this was swigfaced enough at XOYO that they dropped the C and didn’t realise. However to a confirmed geek, nerd or Poindexter like myself this means something else entirely. A Bith to me, is a race of alien from Star Wars with a predilection for playing instantly recognisable space jazz like THIS .
I know this and know I have wasted my life.
Spotted by Rhodri Thomas
