i still cringe
when i realised I had spent 20 minutes typing up an answer only to find the question had closed. In any event im gonna paste it here anyway


OK, in chronological order....

In Primary 6 our female teacher wasn't in one day and the male teacher from next door was ocassionaly popping in to make sure we weren't being twats. At one there are only 6 of us in the class and we are fucking about, not doing any work, i jump up and head towards the teachers desk and declare that i was "going to see if the teacher had any scud mags in her drawer", at the very same moment the male teacher came into the classroom. he took me out and was son in my face i could smell his rotting fucking breath, the fucking cunt.

2 years of cringing followed.

Only last year, I had driven to work, which was very rare and parked in a free, yet downtrodden part of the city. On leaving work i got about 20 steps when i realised i needed a shit. Did i walk back and evacuate my bowels, nah. I kept walking towards the car, eventually sweating and doing THAT walk, i could see the car, but just knew that i was over the event horizon........i spied a bush.......but i had nothing to wipe my caramacked arsehole with...so it in amoment of clarity i take off my shoe, take off the sock and proceed to wipe the beshitted bullethole.....at the very same moment a woman walks straight past....ok, i was shrouded in shadow, bit 100% visible...i really didn't give a shit (ho ho) at that point and would have berated her for looking had she said anything.

In work, i was asked to evaluate and possibly completely redo a website. the current site was a bag of fuck, and no one in their right mind would be happy with it. I said as much and didn't really care that the guy in charge was a bit taken aback, it WAS terrible.....So ffwd a few weeks and they are impressed with my schtick and ask me to go for it. I wait for a bit, but the guy in charge of IT doesn't come over to speak to me, to welcome me to the team or any of that normal stuff. So i head over on an other matter and mention that i wil be joining his team to work on the reworking of site X. i laugh and say that the current site is 'absolutely shite', in that way that web developers do with each other...he forces a bovine snort and i head back to my desk....5 mins later i get a call from the head of dept who wants to know why i slagged off the site to the guy who built it.....i felt my world collapse and my arse go ever so shitty.........what months that followed where amongst the coldest on record as the twat who couldn't take the criticism effectively ignored me, with the result that the site never got finished properly. I still cringe when i think about this...but i was right.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 15:04, 1 reply)

oh
but was this not last weeks question? also, what is sonning on someones face?
(jindodsdadsdogsdead I am not stusut79, Sat 6 Dec 2008, 10:04, closed)