Going Too Far
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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Well deserved as far as I'm concerned
My mate at Uni shared a house with four others, all of whom were complete twunts - you know the kind, sing loud songs while swilling cheapest lager wearing rugby shirts with the collar turned up and picking on the smallest - my mate.
Now I was out of this living arrangement being the Uni was in my parents home town and there was no need for me to expose myself to the ritual humiliation of these wankers or, more importantly, the expense.
One term in and my pal couldn't take anymore and moved out - not before emptying the communal industrial size tin of coffee, laying the most beautiful brown trout in it and refilling the coffee.
Several weeks later the household discovered the festering lump of human excrement, only after using up the contents of the tin.
Revenge is sweet? Putrid for these tossers
( , Wed 15 Nov 2006, 15:43, Reply)
My mate at Uni shared a house with four others, all of whom were complete twunts - you know the kind, sing loud songs while swilling cheapest lager wearing rugby shirts with the collar turned up and picking on the smallest - my mate.
Now I was out of this living arrangement being the Uni was in my parents home town and there was no need for me to expose myself to the ritual humiliation of these wankers or, more importantly, the expense.
One term in and my pal couldn't take anymore and moved out - not before emptying the communal industrial size tin of coffee, laying the most beautiful brown trout in it and refilling the coffee.
Several weeks later the household discovered the festering lump of human excrement, only after using up the contents of the tin.
Revenge is sweet? Putrid for these tossers
( , Wed 15 Nov 2006, 15:43, Reply)
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