"Needless to say, I had the last laugh"
Celebrity autobiographies are filled to the brim with self-righteous tales of smug oneupmanship. So, forget you had any shame, grab a coffee and a croissant, and tell us your smug tales of when you got one over somebody.
Thanks to Ring of Fire for the suggestion
( , Thu 3 Feb 2011, 12:55)
Celebrity autobiographies are filled to the brim with self-righteous tales of smug oneupmanship. So, forget you had any shame, grab a coffee and a croissant, and tell us your smug tales of when you got one over somebody.
Thanks to Ring of Fire for the suggestion
( , Thu 3 Feb 2011, 12:55)
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Speccy four-eyes
My parents had some friends call Howard and Sylvia, or something like that. This was back in the old days, when middle-aged men had huge sideburns, eccentric hair, 'Eric Morecambe' glasses, smoked pipes indoors and wore cable-knit brown cardigans with leather patches on the elbows. That was Howard. He also had a habit of mooing when he listened to you: he would ask me a question and then while I replied he would go 'Mmmmm, mmmm-oooo' in a disconcerting fashion. But I digress.
Howard and Sylvia had a son the same age as me - about 8 at the time I think. I forget his name, so let's call him Jim. I was spotty and wore thick National Health specs. Jim was captain of his under-tens football team and a prick. He called me a speccy-four eyes and said I was weedy, in front of all the adults. I was upset, and my parents were shocked when Howard and Sylvia laughed (and mooed) and said how funny Jim was.
They came to visit us every few months, and each time Howard would remind us all how Jim had called me a speccy-four-eyes, and laugh, while Jim pulled faces at me from behind his back. At my tender age this hurt me, more so that my parents didn't do anything.
Eventually we got to the age where Jim was no longer forced to come along when the elders visited, and I forgot about it. My parents clearly didn't forget though, and a few years later when I got sparkling A-level results and into a good university, they delighted in telling me that Jim had completely cocked up his education, didn't have a job, and his parents had more or less disowned him. He wasn't even captain of a football team any more. So needless to say I (and my parents) had the last laugh. But Howard had the last moo.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2011, 10:21, 3 replies)
My parents had some friends call Howard and Sylvia, or something like that. This was back in the old days, when middle-aged men had huge sideburns, eccentric hair, 'Eric Morecambe' glasses, smoked pipes indoors and wore cable-knit brown cardigans with leather patches on the elbows. That was Howard. He also had a habit of mooing when he listened to you: he would ask me a question and then while I replied he would go 'Mmmmm, mmmm-oooo' in a disconcerting fashion. But I digress.
Howard and Sylvia had a son the same age as me - about 8 at the time I think. I forget his name, so let's call him Jim. I was spotty and wore thick National Health specs. Jim was captain of his under-tens football team and a prick. He called me a speccy-four eyes and said I was weedy, in front of all the adults. I was upset, and my parents were shocked when Howard and Sylvia laughed (and mooed) and said how funny Jim was.
They came to visit us every few months, and each time Howard would remind us all how Jim had called me a speccy-four-eyes, and laugh, while Jim pulled faces at me from behind his back. At my tender age this hurt me, more so that my parents didn't do anything.
Eventually we got to the age where Jim was no longer forced to come along when the elders visited, and I forgot about it. My parents clearly didn't forget though, and a few years later when I got sparkling A-level results and into a good university, they delighted in telling me that Jim had completely cocked up his education, didn't have a job, and his parents had more or less disowned him. He wasn't even captain of a football team any more. So needless to say I (and my parents) had the last laugh. But Howard had the last moo.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2011, 10:21, 3 replies)
So someone called you names as a child and you gloat at another person ruin.
You've become that what you hate.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2011, 11:20, closed)
You've become that what you hate.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2011, 11:20, closed)
Well, no
It was meant to be a slightly comedic tale of 'having the last laugh'. And I think you mean 'that which you hate'. But thanks for your reply anyway.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2011, 11:49, closed)
It was meant to be a slightly comedic tale of 'having the last laugh'. And I think you mean 'that which you hate'. But thanks for your reply anyway.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2011, 11:49, closed)
No
I think he just doesn't like whats.
But there is nothing sadder than a person ruin.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2011, 13:53, closed)
I think he just doesn't like whats.
But there is nothing sadder than a person ruin.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2011, 13:53, closed)
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