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» Bullies
Accidents will happen
This QOTW is a bit grim and depressing, so I thought I'd share a story about how things can go well. A few years ago I was feeling pretty low, I'd just had a miscarriage and my boyfriend decided to leave me over it. Within a few weeks I was on Prozac and was experiencing this strange wibbly-wobbly, rushy feeling you get when your on that sort of medication. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't do anything much.
And to make matters worse the bastards in suits who are the DSS stopped paying me unemployment benefit (I'm not a doley scumbag; I'd been unemployed for about four months after working for years and years in the same job and where I live out in the styx its hard to find new work). The reason they stopped my benefit was because they found out I was now signed off work through illness with my doctor. There was a new benefit I could claim but it would take about six weeks to sort out and would be less than I could barely manage on as it was - I thought I was going to be made homeless while I waited.
I was down at the local jobcentre pleading with the manager there to help me. There were some builders in as well and I managed to grab everyones attention. I must've looked really pathetic. And this manager man was just the ultimate bully; he made me feel worthless. He grinned down at me and told me as smugly as he could that there was nothing he could do to help. Fair enough. I didn't mind that. But I did mind the fact that he seemed to be getting a hard on at the thought of me squirming.
I left empty handed without a clue how I was going to get through the next few weeks. I was in tears. And then one of the builders came up to me and said: "Sorry to hear all that, love. We've been here all week and that bloke's done the same with loads of young lasses like you. He's a nasty man," then he stopped and pointed at a car. A nice car. Very flash and expensive looking. "Thought you might like to see this. That's his car over there." Then the builder whistled to his mate in a big truck that was loaded down with loads of heavy gear. His mate in the big truck reversed squarely into the posh looking car and smashed in its front, crumpled it up so it looked like a screwed up Coke can.
"Whoops!" said the builder and he smiled at me and walked away. "Accidents will happen!" He said.
Cheered me up no end!
(Mon 18th May 2009, 17:10, More)
Accidents will happen
This QOTW is a bit grim and depressing, so I thought I'd share a story about how things can go well. A few years ago I was feeling pretty low, I'd just had a miscarriage and my boyfriend decided to leave me over it. Within a few weeks I was on Prozac and was experiencing this strange wibbly-wobbly, rushy feeling you get when your on that sort of medication. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't do anything much.
And to make matters worse the bastards in suits who are the DSS stopped paying me unemployment benefit (I'm not a doley scumbag; I'd been unemployed for about four months after working for years and years in the same job and where I live out in the styx its hard to find new work). The reason they stopped my benefit was because they found out I was now signed off work through illness with my doctor. There was a new benefit I could claim but it would take about six weeks to sort out and would be less than I could barely manage on as it was - I thought I was going to be made homeless while I waited.
I was down at the local jobcentre pleading with the manager there to help me. There were some builders in as well and I managed to grab everyones attention. I must've looked really pathetic. And this manager man was just the ultimate bully; he made me feel worthless. He grinned down at me and told me as smugly as he could that there was nothing he could do to help. Fair enough. I didn't mind that. But I did mind the fact that he seemed to be getting a hard on at the thought of me squirming.
I left empty handed without a clue how I was going to get through the next few weeks. I was in tears. And then one of the builders came up to me and said: "Sorry to hear all that, love. We've been here all week and that bloke's done the same with loads of young lasses like you. He's a nasty man," then he stopped and pointed at a car. A nice car. Very flash and expensive looking. "Thought you might like to see this. That's his car over there." Then the builder whistled to his mate in a big truck that was loaded down with loads of heavy gear. His mate in the big truck reversed squarely into the posh looking car and smashed in its front, crumpled it up so it looked like a screwed up Coke can.
"Whoops!" said the builder and he smiled at me and walked away. "Accidents will happen!" He said.
Cheered me up no end!
(Mon 18th May 2009, 17:10, More)
» Turning into your parents
Spanking
I used to get my bottom spanked when I was a child. I now use this experience in my job as a dominatrix and get paid £50 an hour for the privilage. Thanks, parents!!!!!!
(Tue 5th May 2009, 19:46, More)
Spanking
I used to get my bottom spanked when I was a child. I now use this experience in my job as a dominatrix and get paid £50 an hour for the privilage. Thanks, parents!!!!!!
(Tue 5th May 2009, 19:46, More)