"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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It's cruel because it's true*
There was a kid who was bullying me at school, spent years tormenting me and coming up with overelaborate tricks to play on me. Or, one time, simply shooting me in the back with a BB gun in the changing rooms. It was seemingly a meaningless expression of irrational anger.
Then I found out that his mother had a glandular condition that meant that he had to do all the work around the house, look after her, and generally have the responsibility of someone many years his senior. This meant at school he was desperate to get away from it all, to vent his frustrations.
And then she passed away. And the bullying got worse. Until one day...
He and his friends had cornered me by the dinner hall, and were pinging off various insults 'Your mum's so fat...' 'Your dad's a toilet seat,' 'Your mum's a whore', etc. until I got really frustrated and yelled at him:
'Your mother's so fat SHE DIED.'
He left me alone after that. Once he'd beaten me up anyway.
*It isn't. I'm bored.
( , Sat 5 Feb 2011, 16:00, Reply)
There was a kid who was bullying me at school, spent years tormenting me and coming up with overelaborate tricks to play on me. Or, one time, simply shooting me in the back with a BB gun in the changing rooms. It was seemingly a meaningless expression of irrational anger.
Then I found out that his mother had a glandular condition that meant that he had to do all the work around the house, look after her, and generally have the responsibility of someone many years his senior. This meant at school he was desperate to get away from it all, to vent his frustrations.
And then she passed away. And the bullying got worse. Until one day...
He and his friends had cornered me by the dinner hall, and were pinging off various insults 'Your mum's so fat...' 'Your dad's a toilet seat,' 'Your mum's a whore', etc. until I got really frustrated and yelled at him:
'Your mother's so fat SHE DIED.'
He left me alone after that. Once he'd beaten me up anyway.
*It isn't. I'm bored.
( , Sat 5 Feb 2011, 16:00, Reply)
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