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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Possibly fitting into last weeks QOTW as well
My parents farm near Swindon, and those of you unfortunate enough to still live in the region will know that the council are selling off farmland on the 'front garden' (home to lots of newts btw) to build houses (on a floodplain - go figure). Anyway, this has left farm builiding derilict, so some bright spark started hosting illegal raves in the barns.
The council (who own the farms) put bigger shinier locks, yet to no avail, the raves continued. So as a a last resort, the got a local farmer (my dad) to cover the insides of the barns with lovely fresh manure. And he did a marvelous job.
Ravers come back to find their local dance venue smelling like the inside of Steven Hawking's nappy, and plot revenge.
The local building site was raided, and the a large JCB was 'borrowed'. 2 empty (but perfectly useable) houses and the barn were demolished, and the jcb was left ontop of the rubble like a large yellow glace cherry.
Don't mess with druggies and their raves, it'll come back to bite.
/on reflection, this doesn't fit the question at all, but I've typed it anyway.
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:55, Reply)
My parents farm near Swindon, and those of you unfortunate enough to still live in the region will know that the council are selling off farmland on the 'front garden' (home to lots of newts btw) to build houses (on a floodplain - go figure). Anyway, this has left farm builiding derilict, so some bright spark started hosting illegal raves in the barns.
The council (who own the farms) put bigger shinier locks, yet to no avail, the raves continued. So as a a last resort, the got a local farmer (my dad) to cover the insides of the barns with lovely fresh manure. And he did a marvelous job.
Ravers come back to find their local dance venue smelling like the inside of Steven Hawking's nappy, and plot revenge.
The local building site was raided, and the a large JCB was 'borrowed'. 2 empty (but perfectly useable) houses and the barn were demolished, and the jcb was left ontop of the rubble like a large yellow glace cherry.
Don't mess with druggies and their raves, it'll come back to bite.
/on reflection, this doesn't fit the question at all, but I've typed it anyway.
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:55, Reply)
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