Food sabotage
Some arse at work commands that you make them tea. How do you get revenge? You gob in it, of course...
How have you creatively sabotaged other people's food to get you own back? Just how petty were your reasons for doing it? Did they swallow?
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 15:31)
Some arse at work commands that you make them tea. How do you get revenge? You gob in it, of course...
How have you creatively sabotaged other people's food to get you own back? Just how petty were your reasons for doing it? Did they swallow?
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 15:31)
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Michael Winner again.
So, smart-arsed cunt director and food ‘critic’ Michael Winner came into the restaurant the other evening. I decided to pay him back for a lifetime of generally being a twat by wanking into his crème brulee.
Unfortunately the patrons of the establishment didn’t take kindly to me standing in the middle of his table, frantically pulling myself off and grinning like a wanking Jap. So the management threw me onto the street, lad still in hand, before I could give him his ‘just desserts’.
To cap it all, I got spunk on my suede shoes as I was forcibly ejected.
Never one to give up easily, I was able to sneak into the kitchen the next day when no one was looking, with the intention of adding my own 'chef's special sauce' into his spaghetti carbonara. Due to an unfortunate and frankly unlikely bout of myopia, I misjudged the distance between groin and pan, and burned my cock.
Sometimes life ain’t fair. Etc.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 11:36, 7 replies)
So, smart-arsed cunt director and food ‘critic’ Michael Winner came into the restaurant the other evening. I decided to pay him back for a lifetime of generally being a twat by wanking into his crème brulee.
Unfortunately the patrons of the establishment didn’t take kindly to me standing in the middle of his table, frantically pulling myself off and grinning like a wanking Jap. So the management threw me onto the street, lad still in hand, before I could give him his ‘just desserts’.
To cap it all, I got spunk on my suede shoes as I was forcibly ejected.
Never one to give up easily, I was able to sneak into the kitchen the next day when no one was looking, with the intention of adding my own 'chef's special sauce' into his spaghetti carbonara. Due to an unfortunate and frankly unlikely bout of myopia, I misjudged the distance between groin and pan, and burned my cock.
Sometimes life ain’t fair. Etc.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 11:36, 7 replies)
You fool
You KNOW Winner hates people wanking into his creme brulee.
He prefers to do it himself.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 11:40, closed)
You KNOW Winner hates people wanking into his creme brulee.
He prefers to do it himself.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 11:40, closed)
And yet
you post here...
But not as much as on /talk it would seem. The home of witty repartee and articulate banter.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 12:33, closed)
you post here...
But not as much as on /talk it would seem. The home of witty repartee and articulate banter.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 12:33, closed)
have some clickage from me !
"grinning like a wanking jap" did it for me.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 14:17, closed)
"grinning like a wanking jap" did it for me.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 14:17, closed)
I liked the suede shoes
And of course, standing on the table too.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 17:28, closed)
And of course, standing on the table too.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 17:28, closed)
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