Karma
Sue Denham writes, "I once slipped out of work two hours early without the boss noticing. In my hurry to make the most of this petty victory, I knocked myself out on the car door and spent the rest of the day semi-conscious, bowking rich brown vomit over my one and only suit."
Have you been visited by the forces of Karma, or watched it happen to other people?
Thanks to Pooflake for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:24)
Sue Denham writes, "I once slipped out of work two hours early without the boss noticing. In my hurry to make the most of this petty victory, I knocked myself out on the car door and spent the rest of the day semi-conscious, bowking rich brown vomit over my one and only suit."
Have you been visited by the forces of Karma, or watched it happen to other people?
Thanks to Pooflake for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:24)
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Instant Karma
We used to have a dog called Harry. Lovely little chap was Harry Minogue, but he had this dreadful West Highland Terrier habit of pissing in the kitchen. And the living room. In your shoes. Everywhere.
One afternoon, we returned from a hellish shopping trip into the bowels of Asda, he welcomed us home by cocking his leg all over a plastic bag full of freshly-cooked bread. As the steam rose, it was clearly the final straw for the otherwise charming, level-headed Mrs Duck.
"MWAAAAAAAAARGH!" said the wife, so angry she could barely form words. "MWAAAAAAAAARGH!"
At that she aimed a hay-maker of a kick at his rapidly retreating arse, only to miss and connect squarely with a cast-iron West Highland Terrier-shaped doorstop.
"MWAAAAAAAAARGH!" she said again, only this time on account of a broken toe.
At length: "MWAAAAAAAAARGH!"
The Lord Buddha protects ALL his little creatures.
12" extended remix version HERE, I'm such a blog whore.
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:42, 1 reply)
We used to have a dog called Harry. Lovely little chap was Harry Minogue, but he had this dreadful West Highland Terrier habit of pissing in the kitchen. And the living room. In your shoes. Everywhere.
One afternoon, we returned from a hellish shopping trip into the bowels of Asda, he welcomed us home by cocking his leg all over a plastic bag full of freshly-cooked bread. As the steam rose, it was clearly the final straw for the otherwise charming, level-headed Mrs Duck.
"MWAAAAAAAAARGH!" said the wife, so angry she could barely form words. "MWAAAAAAAAARGH!"
At that she aimed a hay-maker of a kick at his rapidly retreating arse, only to miss and connect squarely with a cast-iron West Highland Terrier-shaped doorstop.
"MWAAAAAAAAARGH!" she said again, only this time on account of a broken toe.
At length: "MWAAAAAAAAARGH!"
The Lord Buddha protects ALL his little creatures.
12" extended remix version HERE, I'm such a blog whore.
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:42, 1 reply)
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