Meh
I used to work in a large office before going back to uni to do a postgrad degree. Most of the people were fairly nice, until the christmas party.

There was one lady who had had chemotherapy - hence she was wearing a wig. This was pulled off by two guys and used as a ball in a game of piggy in the middle. She ran to the toilets crying. The bastard manager didn't even reprimand them.

On a lighter note, I've just come back from my temporary job and discovered my housemate beheading two pheasants in our living room with a pair of scissors. Not sure how that fits into a bastard colleague question, but the smell of pheasant blood and shit is beginning to turn my stomach.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 15:04, 7 replies)

Ewwww.

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 15:14, closed)

Yummy
Make sure that he give you some, as repayment for desecrating your living room.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 15:20, closed)

Meh
I think he's saving them for his hunting friends who are apparently coming around later for dinner. Yet another night when I have to listen to the braying laughter of Algernon and Marmaduke (or whatever their inbred names are). They were over last weekend and one of them was hungover and picked up my friends handbag (with all her stuff inside) and threw up in it. Charming.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 15:31, closed)

pheasant?
What kind of pretentious prick cooks pheasant when their mates come round? Has he not discovered the joy that is pizza?
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 16:22, closed)

The kind of pretentious prick
who has learnt the ways of the cooking.
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 16:28, closed)

Meh
True. Also the kind of prick who has a sword hanging on his wall. And refers to Daddy, at aged 25.

I think they've finished eating now, so I can go and heat up my soup. Woo.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 20:39, closed)

I cook pheasant.
I've got friends who refer to Daddy at aged 25 and over, they give it to me for free when they've been down from London for the weekend. And it's delicious. But I wouldn't disembowel it in the lounge - I wouldn't even do it in the kitchen unless I didn't have a garden. That's just horrible.
(sabre-tooth monkey, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 23:06, closed)