Could've killed the bastard
I used to work for an extremely well known and loathed telephone company on their 150 help desk here in blighty.
I was fired ultimately for being an insubordinate little shit and calling my boss a liar.
So, lost me job had no cash, having trouble paying the rent at my place (first move from home btw)
So my parents talked me into staying with them for a few days, to help get myself together.
So, I go back to my shaed flat, stopping for some shopping on the way, came home, opened the door to my room to see some oily student type, in my bed, masturbating to my pornography on my TV.
I hit the roof, he hit the walls several times as I forcably removed him from my sight.
I confronted my flat mate, who evidently thought i was going to be gone longer and that his visitng pal would be gone and i'd be none the wiser. He started out semi-apologetically before turning it into somehow my fault. I promptly shattered his nose, called my friend with a truck, packed and left.
Disrespectful git. I did sneak into his room, while he was fixing his face and cunningly place strong magnets in his own porn cupboard and erased his grainy 70's euro porn collection.
That'll teach the disrespectful swine!
(The Cosmic Fool Became aware that the bird is indeed the word on, Thu 12 Apr 2007, 13:25, Reply)