My Arch-nemesis
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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Twunts who hijack threads with firsts, seconds and thirds.
Other than them.
I don't know. I have to say THAT SMARMY WANKER (which, obviously, isn't his real name). I don't actually know what it was about this git that I didn't like. He was perfectly friendly, blended well into every social group and told witty anecdotes in the SU bar. There was no reason for me not to like him, but alas, there was simply something about his "way" that disagreed with me. Perhaps we were too similar, maybe it was the shower gel he used, I couldn't honestly say, but since coming into this Arschlock stuff went relatively tits up. Stuff went badly wrong at home, my brother ran away, everything in my meticulously well built house of cards went tumbling down. I'm under the impression that he did it through some kind of voodoo incantation. I don't know. Yes, it wasn't his fault, but I want to be irrational and blame him for it. He's just one of those gits that are almost too good to be true. So yeah. I suppose he's a pretty good arch-nemesis.
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:14, Reply)
Other than them.
I don't know. I have to say THAT SMARMY WANKER (which, obviously, isn't his real name). I don't actually know what it was about this git that I didn't like. He was perfectly friendly, blended well into every social group and told witty anecdotes in the SU bar. There was no reason for me not to like him, but alas, there was simply something about his "way" that disagreed with me. Perhaps we were too similar, maybe it was the shower gel he used, I couldn't honestly say, but since coming into this Arschlock stuff went relatively tits up. Stuff went badly wrong at home, my brother ran away, everything in my meticulously well built house of cards went tumbling down. I'm under the impression that he did it through some kind of voodoo incantation. I don't know. Yes, it wasn't his fault, but I want to be irrational and blame him for it. He's just one of those gits that are almost too good to be true. So yeah. I suppose he's a pretty good arch-nemesis.
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:14, Reply)
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