
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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An unforgivable crime when you're eighteen and truly heartbroken for the first time.
So I told the whole town that the thief in question had herpes on her bumhole. A true fact, as it turns out, as many mutual acquaintances have since told me. I don't even want to think about how it got there.
Three years later and she still tries to punch me in the face whenever she sees me. Usually a friend or bouncer intervenes, thank goodness...
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 13:04, 5 replies)
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