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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When's your dolmio day?
A couple of months ago, my friends and I were "enjoying" the welsh countryside whilst doing our Gold Duke of Edinburgh award. The camp we were staying at was very minimal. No toilets, no showers, just one shitty little water tap.
So when we arrived at camp we started to pitch our tents (not like that you dirty, dirty people)and get cooking. Tonights meal - Pasta and dolmio sauce. The meal itself tasted fine, tasted slightly of meths because the bottle had leaked slightly into the pans but it was nothing major.
Once we had finished we suddenly realised that there were no bins anywhere in our field and none of us fancied carrying our litter with us the next day but it began to seem like that was the only option until my friend suddenly had a brain wave:
"Oi, lads, theres a public toilet about 1/4 of a mile up the road, i'll go and see if theres a bin down there to bring up"
So off he went in search of a bin. About 20 minutes later he returns carrying a small bin.
"Oh nice," says I, "Where was it?"
"Well, i checked the mens and the disabled and there werent any bins in there so i poked my head into the ladies and found this bad boy," he said, waving the bin.
Yes, he had brought a sanitary bin for us to put our rubbish into. Seemed pretty disguisting but faced with having to carry our rubbish around with us, we decided just to put our rubbish into it anyway.
And so we did, posting each piece of plastic wrapping and packets into the rag bin. One of my friends hadnt quite finished his food but decided to just chuck the rest of his meal into the bin as well. The dolmio sauce from the pasta slopped all over the bin leaving large lumps of sun-dried tomato stuck to it.
And that, my friends, is why how we managed to ruin what used to be one of my favourite meals. Whenever I think about cooking some, the image of some woman with a VERY heavy flow comes to mind and I feel very sick.
P.S We actually did put the bin back into the toilets, dolmio sauce et al. I can still hear the screams of the cleaning lady in my mind.
( , Sat 20 Sep 2008, 12:49, Reply)
A couple of months ago, my friends and I were "enjoying" the welsh countryside whilst doing our Gold Duke of Edinburgh award. The camp we were staying at was very minimal. No toilets, no showers, just one shitty little water tap.
So when we arrived at camp we started to pitch our tents (not like that you dirty, dirty people)and get cooking. Tonights meal - Pasta and dolmio sauce. The meal itself tasted fine, tasted slightly of meths because the bottle had leaked slightly into the pans but it was nothing major.
Once we had finished we suddenly realised that there were no bins anywhere in our field and none of us fancied carrying our litter with us the next day but it began to seem like that was the only option until my friend suddenly had a brain wave:
"Oi, lads, theres a public toilet about 1/4 of a mile up the road, i'll go and see if theres a bin down there to bring up"
So off he went in search of a bin. About 20 minutes later he returns carrying a small bin.
"Oh nice," says I, "Where was it?"
"Well, i checked the mens and the disabled and there werent any bins in there so i poked my head into the ladies and found this bad boy," he said, waving the bin.
Yes, he had brought a sanitary bin for us to put our rubbish into. Seemed pretty disguisting but faced with having to carry our rubbish around with us, we decided just to put our rubbish into it anyway.
And so we did, posting each piece of plastic wrapping and packets into the rag bin. One of my friends hadnt quite finished his food but decided to just chuck the rest of his meal into the bin as well. The dolmio sauce from the pasta slopped all over the bin leaving large lumps of sun-dried tomato stuck to it.
And that, my friends, is why how we managed to ruin what used to be one of my favourite meals. Whenever I think about cooking some, the image of some woman with a VERY heavy flow comes to mind and I feel very sick.
P.S We actually did put the bin back into the toilets, dolmio sauce et al. I can still hear the screams of the cleaning lady in my mind.
( , Sat 20 Sep 2008, 12:49, Reply)
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