Cheating cheaty cheats
I'm rubbish at cheating. I was asked to help run a stall at a local fair. We sold squares on a treasure map for 10p a go, with the one closest to the "hidden treasure" winning stuff.
I told my sister where it was. I'd not really thought through how obvious this would be. I've kind of avoided cheating since, what have you cheated at? Confess all, it'll make you feel better.
( , Thu 17 Nov 2005, 10:14)
I'm rubbish at cheating. I was asked to help run a stall at a local fair. We sold squares on a treasure map for 10p a go, with the one closest to the "hidden treasure" winning stuff.
I told my sister where it was. I'd not really thought through how obvious this would be. I've kind of avoided cheating since, what have you cheated at? Confess all, it'll make you feel better.
( , Thu 17 Nov 2005, 10:14)
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Cheating little shit....
I was pretty good at French at school, but when the answers to a test come your way, what do you do!? Do you scrawl the answers all over your fucking arm and read them at your leisure through the cuff gap in your shirt sleeve? Damn right you do...
I used fountain pen ink and armed myself with one of those ink eraser pens and craftily removed the evidence as I finished the test. I got a rather impressive 100%. Sweet.
So there I am later that evening, showing off like a cunt to my overjoyed parents. Then it happened... My Dad says to me "What's that on your arm?" and I stare in absolute horror at the answers which have miraculously reappeared.
Cue a lifetime of mistrust and snide remarks at every test I do... Looking back, I would have rather been caught wanking a goat into my dead Gran's mouth.
( , Thu 17 Nov 2005, 19:28, Reply)
I was pretty good at French at school, but when the answers to a test come your way, what do you do!? Do you scrawl the answers all over your fucking arm and read them at your leisure through the cuff gap in your shirt sleeve? Damn right you do...
I used fountain pen ink and armed myself with one of those ink eraser pens and craftily removed the evidence as I finished the test. I got a rather impressive 100%. Sweet.
So there I am later that evening, showing off like a cunt to my overjoyed parents. Then it happened... My Dad says to me "What's that on your arm?" and I stare in absolute horror at the answers which have miraculously reappeared.
Cue a lifetime of mistrust and snide remarks at every test I do... Looking back, I would have rather been caught wanking a goat into my dead Gran's mouth.
( , Thu 17 Nov 2005, 19:28, Reply)
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