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Windsor Relaxation Centre began as windsor’s first gentleman’s club. and has remained unlike any other, with a reputation built on the quality of our handpicked Pin-Ups who know how to pamper and tantalize you with the ultimate fantasy experience.
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A centre link bludger is a person who sits on their fucken ass all day and getting payed for it off the government.
Man 1: oi lad, my mrs is being such a centre link bludger.
Man 2: fuck sakes cunt, what a sad dog.
pun of 'sealife centre'. Used to refer to the feeling in the middle of your chest (heart) when you realise you are just a gangsta.
"just took a trip to the g-life centre, know what I'm saying?"
Usually someone utterly, totally useless, but can be applied to inanimate objects. Lacking any empowerment, thus going so far as to be inactively obstructive.
Etymology: in the UK a number of large companies operate call-centres. When one attempts to call these to complain, the usual response from the responder (the call-centre operative) is feigned interest in the issue, involving lengthy explanations, then the final response is that they cannot authorise the issue in question as due to lack of authority. The issues can be of any magnitude. When asked to be passed to a manager, they claim the manager is unavailable and will call back (this is the inactive-obstructive part). This never occurs, so one calls again. The situation recurses.
c.f. "chocolate teapot"
I attempted to wipe my arse with some own-brand toilet paper, after wiping the paper looked clean but the disgusting skiddies in my kecks later showed it was as useless as a call-centre operative.
Well were can I start. This school is for spaks. We all enjoy going as not much learning takes place. If you go a day without hearing Johnothen call somone a weapon or moan about how much pepsi max he is drinking you have not experianced anything. As for vickey the big boss who strides around school looking brighter than the everday sun in that orange dress which i have never seen change. Dirty. Well, when it comes to exlusions were can I start they hand them out like left right and centre. If you breath = exclusion, talk = exclusion. And it gets worse from there. We are no longer able to take hot drink into the classrooms as one fellow pupil decided to wear his cup of tea instead of drinking it shouting it was an acident when we all know really he poured it on himself to get out of class. The best occassion was the mug balancing act on the fire exit door handle again expreimented by the same pupil this ended up with alot of tidying and one less mug to drink from. You could never go a day without having a laugh or seeing that one pupil who decides to mix white wine and cider the day before school and come into school hungover as fuck. He then decided to puke all over the bathroom toilet. 🤣 The school representation shows high standerds when vickeys boss came into school. Blasting the song “ I dont give a fuck about you” as he walked into the room. Well faces soon changed there.
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Lilford Centre School.
Lilford Centre = Shit and movable fucker. Jonathan = Funny, to bossy and having a good laugh. Mandy = Daft, funny, stupid.