My Arch-nemesisI 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
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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This works for mePersonally i think you should grow your hair until it reaches your waist, tie the end to your pubic hair and stand outside his door playing it like a banjo.
He will leave.
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An excellent suggestionit will probably take me several years though...
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TheFinch is getting to grips with the complex plane on, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:53,
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