The icing on the cake
This is very, very tame compared to most of the previous posts but I have a low tolerance threshold and this still makes me angry today.

Whilst at university I brought a lovely hand made (by my mum's friend) coffee cake into our flat in halls of residence. I gave all my flat mates have a huge slice each and they all agreed it was delicious.

Next morning, Helen the attention seeking bitch had got up in the night, scraped all the icing off the outside, eaten it and left the rest of the cake.

Argh! I hoped posting this may have been therapeutic, it wasn't.
( abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Thu 12 Apr 2007, 10:57, Reply)