Next door are having a massive fight about google

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Maybe John had bought the expensive crackers again

Heard next door arguing, which was very rare. Could not hear what they were saying except when she kept repeating very loudly to him - "You've really done it now John." Never did find out what John had done.

Once had a blazing row on holiday because the DVD box set I'd ordered him for his birthday when we got home was the standard one and not the one with the extras.

After screaming at each other for about 15 minutes I, a person who barely ever swears, called him a "fucking selfish cunt" then threw myself on the bed and wailed "I'm so tired!" Not my finest hour...

We were the ones arguing today in Tesco about carbs in pizza which ended up in me saying, 'oh fuck off, DP'.

I'd said, 'bloody hell there's a hundred grams of carbs in this small pizza!' and he said, 'oh that's pretty good, isn't it?'.

'Not calories, you berk.'

'I don't know what you're on about.'

The man's had a bloody pre-diabetes warning. We've been talking for weeks about fucking carbs and sugars.

Then we went to buy a gate at a hardware emporium. 'How wide is that gate?' I asked him, clearly referring to the vast raft of wood he was lugging to the car.

'Which gate?'

'That fucking gate you're carrying.'

'One thousand and nine.'

'What? Miles? Inches?'

And so it continued.

My exh once went ballistic because I bought 2 loaves of bread - a small white and a small brown. We fought about this for ages although my side of the argument was 'it's just fucking bread' repeated every time I could get a word in. Anyway, he wound it up until he screamed 'all the famine in the world is because of you, you stupid spineless frog'...........at which point I couldn't argue any more because I was lying on the floor in a hysterical, uncontrollable fit of laughter. It never left him though and every time we rowed (mostly every day) he brought up that bloody bread.

Not an argument, but an overheard conversation:
"They don't want it now"
"Are they getting someone to kill it then?"

Once I listened to a argument. I happened to over hear part of the conversation. We were secretly recording it from our phone. It was about what her boss would say if she was caught stealing money from work. Their voices were so loud we heard everything by listening at the walls too. They never knew we knew.

My old neighbours were very unlucky and she broke her leg and he broke his arm in separate beer-related accidents in the same week. Proper plaster casts.

We were treated to weeks of competitive fracture moaning and arguments about who should go and fetch the other one a drink, "you selfish cunt".

We used to live in a long terraced street just near York racecourse so had all the drunken race goers filing past on a fairly regular basis.
My favourite post-race moment was an argument getting steadily louder as they came up the street. He was drunk and whiny, she was furious!

"I'm sorry!"
"Don't talk to me"
"Babe, I said I'm sorry, come on..."
"I don't want to hear it"
"They said it was a dead cert!"
"I don't care if it was Red Rum reincarnated; it wasn't your fucking money!"

We could hear him begging and whining all the way down the street. We thought it was pretty much a dead cert that he'd be sleeping on the sofa

I'm going to confess to following a couple of lads round the supermarket once because they were arguing so I could have a proper listen. They were arguing about the film Pearl Harbour. All I can really remember is one of them saying in a tone of utter frustration 'its just three hours of Ben Affleck being a complete prick'

And the takeaway couple. I love this thread!

My neighbours had a blazing row because he was hoovering and she wanted to drink her cup of tea peacefully so she threw her tea on the floor and told him to ‘fucking Hoover that up then you prick

Oh god I chuckled for ages at this.

Me and my DH once had a terrible argument about whether Oscar Pistorious's prosthetic leg gave him and unfair advantage in running. It went on for months, every time we remembered it started again!

A friend's dad (sadly no longer with us) insisted that the then Essex and England cricket captain was Saddam Hussein! He shouted over everyone trying to tell him that they knew he meant Nasser Hussein and had just got mixed up "I know my bloody cricket!" Eventually we all had to agree with him just to get some peace!

only time i ever lost it.don't remember the cause,but ended up throwing glass ashtrays and some waterford crystal to bits.
boyfriend went out and bought those cheap metal ashtrays and set them on the tables.never said a word.

watching others can be so entertaining.
case in point.young boyfriend and girlfriend standing about 100 ft apart screaming into thier phones at each other.
me across the road on my porch, listening to both sides in real time.i started laughing so hard 45 minutes into it.my husband came out to see if i was ok.
these are gold ,needed a giggle thanks to all

Loved reading all of these!

The biggest argument my husband and I have had was about leeks...It was the early days of our relationship and I'd invited him over for dinner. I sliced the leeks into rounds and he said I should've cut them diagonally... This lead to a full blown argument and went on for months. I don't think I've cooked anything will leeks in since...

My mum and stepdad have the best arguments. They're hilarious.

There was the time my SD had cooked a pheasant (given to us by the local hunt - we don't have pheasant for every evening meal. We're not posh) but he hadn't hung it properly.

Cue my mum coming out of the bedroom, dry heaving all over the place because of the smell of rotting pheasant, trying to ask what the fuck SD was cooking.

Or the rather memorable picture-hook-gate. Instead of using proper picture hooks, my SD decided to use those plastic hooks with double sided tape... you know, the one you use for tea towels and nothing else because they can't handle any more weight than that?

What followed was about 2 weeks of pictures falling down. Every now and again you'd hear the 'BOOM' of these pictures falling off the wall. My mum lost her shit and ended up cutting up their wedding photo and putting it in the bin!!!
My SD was quietly despondent about that.

The logic though?

Actually I think I may have been 11, not sure I’d have known the word mingle at 9.

Either way. I was right then and am now 20 years later.

At the age of about 9 I had a huge blazing row with my dad and step mum during the game “Tell me quiz”. The question was “name something you can do that an animal can’t” and the spinner landed on “m” and I shouted mingle. A long argument commenced with me standing by my word saying that animals do not consciously mingle and therefore saying they mingle is incorrect. I can remember screaming that animals do not stand around “mingling” at parties and because I know I’m mingling, I can do it. An animal can’t. All to my dad pissing himself laughing with tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks. I can’t remember how it ended but I am still very bitter and stand by my point today.

My friend has always said that she doesn't like guacamole. But just recently she has started eating it. Her husband is FURIOUS.

I just have to get this out there, a confession.

When I was at fresher's week 14,000 years ago i used the following pick up line "has anyone ever told you that you have eyes like Paul McCartney" to a bloke who i then shagged and went out with for a couple of years. I'm just wondering if he's walking around ranting about that to his wife now. Tbf i was 18 and pissed.

My friend delivers chinese food as a weekend job, and every
Saturday night, she goes to a regular customers house (which
is a young couple, about early 20's.

Every time she gets there and rings the doorbell, an argument
starts on the other side of the door, which slighly varies from week to week, but goes along the lines of this:

(I will refer to them as person A and person B)

A. Foods here!
B. Well answer the door then!
A. I've just got in, you fucking answer it!
B. Well, ive been at work all day as well, so you get it!
A. My moneys upstairs!
B. Well, im not paying for it, you fucking ordered it, you go!
A. For fuck sake. I'll go without then, im not moving
B. Youre' such a prick!
A. Shove the food up your arse then
B. hope you fucking choke on it!

(Meanwhile, friend rings bell again!)

B. comes to door, big smile (as though nothing has happened)
and says '. Hiya, hows it going? sorry about the wait, was just
sorting the money out - how much is it again??

My friend always anticipates wether it will be A or B who gives
in first and answers the door. (cos it varies week on week).
But makes her chuckle every time.

When we were in our mid 20's, DP and I lived in a terraced house with really thin walls. Every Friday night the really young couple living next door would have really loud music on till about 10pm then go out. They'd then come back about 3-4am and turn on the loud music again or karaoke. Once DP banged on the wall- this was about 3am- and the girl said 'what?!!!' He said 'keep it down' she said 'why?' Incredulous he replied because it's 3 in the f-ing morning!' I swear I heard her huff through the wall! Another time her and her boyfriend were having a blazing row through the wall and I just heard her shout- 'because I was raped!' That was quite disturbing.