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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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A touching tale
"Are you alright, love?"
Rose looked up from where she sat on the park bench, eyes shining not only with the tears she had so recently wiped away but also with hope; with a fervent anticipation that she had found goodness in another person. Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to answer, and the police officer crouched down before her, staring into her weary, blue eyes.
“You alright?” He asked again, genuine concern mapped across his open, honest face.
“I’m fine,” she managed. “Really. I’ve just had a bad day.” She flashed him a smile – she almost believed the lie herself.
“If you’re sure,” the constable said uncertainly. “You’ve got a nasty bruise there.”
Rose smiled again. This time she couldn’t muster such a genuine beam. She told the familiar lie: “I’m fine. I walked into a door.”
“Listen,” the policeman said, taking her hand. She flinched instinctively and his brows furrowed in concern. “Too often victims of domestic abuse stay silent, and…”
He trailed off as Rose’s husband walked up behind her. He laid a comforting hand around her shoulder, but the close observer could see that those thick, green fingers held a vice-like grip, as though she were his possession. His bulbous eyes whirled in his scaly head as he stared at both the policeman and Rose at once.
“Is there a problem here, Officer?” He asked in a low voice, his tongue hissing sibilants. Before the PC could answer it flicked out, many times the length of his body, to snatch a small pigeon out of the air. All three watched the feathers drift to the ground before the bobby spoke again.
“No, sir, not at all. I was just asking your wife-”
“I know what you were asking!” The reptile snapped. “It’s none of your business. My wife is a little clumsy, that’s all. People make assumptions when they see a guy with green skin dating a white woman and it makes me sick.”
“Sir, this isn’t a racial-”
“Bullshit!” Both eyes rolled to focus on the policeman. “Now you’re going to make assumptions because I’m angry now, but I love my wife and I’d never hurt her. Sometimes we argue, yes, but not as much as we used to. I’ve changed…
“I’m a calmer chameleon.”

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I’m so, so, sorry, but in fairness that joke is my friend Martin’s and not mine.
(, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 17:43, 2 replies)
In my defence...
It's a brilliant joke and he went to anger management in my version.
(, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 17:46, closed)
You tell 'em, Martin

(, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 21:43, closed)

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