Lame revenge: the best kind of revenge
I briefly worked as a temp for a company who decided to use my considerable talents as a tea-boy. One of the workers in the office was a real twunt and used to whistle at me to indicate that he was ready for a cup of tea. He used to have his tea in a massive pint mug with three sugars (and then bitch if it wasn't the exact right shade of brown - twunt).
After humiliating me in the office for making it 'too milky' one time, I finally lost my cool and decided to teach him a lesson. Over the next three months I minutely increased the number of sugars that he had in his tea, until by the end of my tour of duty he was on close to eighteen spoons per mug.
Then he got diabetes.
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After humiliating me in the office for making it 'too milky' one time, I finally lost my cool and decided to teach him a lesson. Over the next three months I minutely increased the number of sugars that he had in his tea, until by the end of my tour of duty he was on close to eighteen spoons per mug.
Then he got diabetes.
heh
That's like in the Twits where Mr Twit convinces Mrs Twit she has the Dreaded Shrinks.
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Wed 22 Oct 2003, 9:46,
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It's a pity he didn't drink coffee
Spit makes a very frothy cappuccino from instant stuff.
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