Now, there was no need for that...Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
(
chthonic, Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
This question has been closed - you may not add a reply
Worst day ever...That week, 'twas my first child's 2nd birthday - HOORAY!
I found out my GF was pregnant with our 2nd child - HOORAY!
We'd just completed buying our first non-rented house - HOORAY!
Get to work for late shift - to be informed that my services will no longer be required - HOOfuck.
Train journey of woe back. Get home to find I've lost my wallet somewhere between Ramsgate & Canterbury. Hooshit.
Following day, two interviews for McJobs over christmas. During the previous days woe, I picked up gastric 'flu. Had to excuse myself halfway through each interview to puke. Hooeeeuurggh.
And each time, pressure on bowels made me follow through a bit. Hoosplat.
Lost job? whatever. Lost wallet and bowel control? NO NEED!
(
Argh-wrath ... is a very lame Glorantha joke, Thu 23 Jun 2005, 14:06,
Reply)
Lovely little old ladies...As per usual the guys toilet at work was blocked and one of the ladies had a great idea to unblock that nasty mess... Poor half a bottle of good old bleach in...
"That'll break it up in a jiffy!" she cries in triumph as she uses in the plunger to break the blockage up a little and mix it around with the bleach.
Pity it was half a bottle of washing up liquid instead of bleach she used. Messy.
(, Thu 23 Jun 2005, 14:03, Reply)
silly cowSo, i discover my now ex-wife has been getting knobbed by the office chav. Cue much wailing, gnashing of teeth and mammoth drinking sessions for a couple of weeks before (mistakenly) giving in to her pleas to give it "another go".
So there we are, walking our dog together one evening, merely days after re-uniting as a couple..and her mobile beeps to announce the arrival of a new text message.
"Who's that from?"
I ask...since around this time one might imagine i'm more than a little paranoid.
"Oh it's from 'office-chav'"
She replies....
"What?!!" I reply, "In allah's name is that cuntwit contacting you for?!!!"
"Oh," she replies "He's just saying thankyou."
At this stage im almost aflame with rage and disbelief
"Why the fuck is that little prick saying thankyou to to you?!!!!"
"Oh, i called him to wish him happy birthday today".
(no need!)
She didnt see the harm in this and it still took me a good few months before i began to see clearly and dumped her from a great height like the peice of crap she is.
Ah well, she's just got some poor sap to father a child to her. Unlucky bloke.
Me, i moved away, got a beautiful bird, high paid job and am having the time of my life.
So not all bad in the end, really.
She's still a slag though.
:-)
(, Thu 23 Jun 2005, 12:13, Reply)
This question has been closed - you may not add a reply