Next door are having a massive fight about google

God I really want to know what happens when he buys the "fucking expensive crackers" 😂

Something about "your not even fucking signed into google"

Great thread.

The last argument I had with OH because he didn’t smile once (not once!) when mowing the lawn. It escalated into a 3 day slanging match. My nan said to me (I was having a moan to her) ‘when you’re 60, and looking back on life, will that sort of thing even bother you?’

That stuck with me and I’ve been the most zen person for 6 weeks now (sure I’m due a tantrum soon..)

Went out with a bloke who insisted - argued - that it was Charlie Sheen who played the lead in Apocalypse Now.

getting s horse up a drainpipe :)

@vampire that properly made me snort with laughter. Thank you!

"of course I've had that burning pissing thing, been with you 20 years haven't I" he sounded so miffed she was accusing him of not having had afformentioned burning pissing thing. We were in a huge group at a festival and revisited the conversation many times that weekend.

Or even

Two early 20ish lads walking past me in the town centre, raised voices, wildly gesticulating hands, angry expressions..."It WAS because that's the one where Shaggy and Scooby found out that...."

blamethecat

{grin}

101* sorry. NHS 24 wouldn't have been interested!

I love living vicariously through other people's arguments as we don't argue. Well, I try to argue, DP doesn't countenance it, it ends up with me just huffing off and then feeling bad. He has never raised his voice once in six years. Bastard.

I remember there was a huge barny just after midnight on NYE a couple of years ago when we lived in our old house. We turned the lights off and stood on the doorstep in the dark so we could hear better. It went on for about 30 mins. I think the gist of it was that the bloke had been flirting with another woman at a party, but then became a diatribe about every twist and turn in their relationship. Eventually he got bored and went inside and she roamed the streets sobbing. I was worried about her being out there on her own in that kind of state, but couldn't find her myself on foot, so I called 111 and about 15 mins later a police car cruised along and presumably picked her up to take her back home!

I once saw two big muscly fierce looking men yelling at each other in Russian or Polish or something on my street. They both looked really angry. I crossed the road to get past them safely and I heard one of them break into English and shout at the other in a thick accent “so that’s three glasses of flour and one egg, ok thanks, bye”.

Sorry had to chime in. My partner and I fought about our children’s first ever birthday party last year. It was the night before the event and we were debating cost of everything.

DS3 and I had a pretty heated exchange last night about the timeline of the Back to the Future films and how the 1955 Doc could possibly have been there with 1985 Marty when he was already back in 1885. Turns out we both have quite strong opinions on the subject.

Our neighbours once had a row over the colour of the packet of Salt and Vinegar crisps.

It ended with him slamming the front door shouting he was going to go and buy an effing packet to prove he was right.

DH and I tend to have huge arguments about the most insignificant things complete with awful name calling. Proper huge issues we tend to deal with very amicably. DH once told me he actually wasnt that big a fan of custard and was ok not having custard on his pudding if it was easier than me going back to the shop. That resulted in me calling him a selfish cunt for not having told me this for the last 15 years I had been going out of my way to buy and make custard! Not my finest moment.

Awesome. From now on I'm going to substitute "hmm, no I'm not sure that's the case" with "you're a fucking liar and a cunt"!

My father, aged 67 at the time, refused to speak to my mother for a week because she said he didn't look like Paul McCartney.

Next door is always doing building work...
Her screaming at the estate agent that the 30k she had spent had not made hers worth more that 2k more than mine.

DH and I once had a massive argument because he cooked me the tea I asked for

I once heard a woman in a supermarket say to her partner (I presume), with what sounded like genuine hatred in her voice, 'yes, well, we all know what happens when you buy the fucking expensive crackers'. I have wondered ever since what on earth happened when he bought the fucking expensive crackers.

That sounds like an arguement DH and I would have. Our most heated arguements tend to be about the most insignificant things, a memorable one being the price of a loaf of hovis and a pint of milk. We are both very stubborn and don't back down so tend to escalate the stupid stuff. When it comes to big things we tend to talk nicely then storm off and slam a door 😂 but the little things can quickly become a ridiculous arguement.

I once witnessed a man take off his trousers outside my front window to prove to his mate that he hadn’t stolen £20