Bullies
My mum told me to stand up to bullies. So I did, and got wedgied every day for a month. I hated my boss.
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( , Wed 13 May 2009, 12:27)
My mum told me to stand up to bullies. So I did, and got wedgied every day for a month. I hated my boss.
Suggested by Mariam67
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 12:27)
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Same here...
Except I'm half Paddy too - and it was great-grand-daddy who hailed from Koblenz but my surname is obviously German.
I've been nicknamed "Himmler" in my time and do a nice line in extremely tasteless humour.
I can also dig a fucking mean driveway.
[edit] Have a sympathy click on me.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 13:54, 1 reply)
Except I'm half Paddy too - and it was great-grand-daddy who hailed from Koblenz but my surname is obviously German.
I've been nicknamed "Himmler" in my time and do a nice line in extremely tasteless humour.
I can also dig a fucking mean driveway.
[edit] Have a sympathy click on me.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 13:54, 1 reply)
Piss Off
My great uncle Josef was a decorated war hero.
He shot down two Me109s and damaged a Me110 during the Battle of Britain. You know the thanks he got?
Bastards threw him out the Luftwaffe and took his Iron Cross away.
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My great uncle Josef was a decorated war hero.
He shot down two Me109s and damaged a Me110 during the Battle of Britain. You know the thanks he got?
Bastards threw him out the Luftwaffe and took his Iron Cross away.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 14:15, closed)
True Story Alert
My family's home in Germany was actually taken comandeered by the local Gestapo who promptly turfed the family out.
When they returned to their house after the war, they had to deal with the less than savoury history of the place in addition to finding their antique furniture had been vandalized by a bunch of thugs.
My father went to stay there in the 1950s while he was doing his national service with the RAF...
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My family's home in Germany was actually taken comandeered by the local Gestapo who promptly turfed the family out.
When they returned to their house after the war, they had to deal with the less than savoury history of the place in addition to finding their antique furniture had been vandalized by a bunch of thugs.
My father went to stay there in the 1950s while he was doing his national service with the RAF...
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