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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I had to write a story about a storm
As a 7 year old lad at primary school along with the rest of my table. Although I overheard my testoserone pumped 20 someting teacher, Mr. kendrick, explaining to the next table that they were make a story about ROBOTS!
I obviously liked the idea of crushing metal and laser beams more than rain and clouds . . . but I understood my task and so worte about storm MADE by a massive robot
aha I was ecstatic about my lightning eyed titanium monster, whose tears of pain caused a horrific downpour,and creaking plates echoed fierce thunder rumbles and untold destruction, so headed over the my teacher to show him my masterpiece.
This is how I met my nemisis. Mr. Kendrick read through it.
"This isn't about a storm! This is about Robots! That wasn't your task! Why cant you just do what your told!" big black marker pen on both sheets, ripped it out of my exercise book, screwed up and chucked it in the bin. "Now go and do what I TOLD YOU!
Many years have passed, but I still class him a grade A twat.
(Futher reading)More reason to make him my nemisis, at sports day Mr.K. promised the fastest 100m runner a mars bar. I won. There was no mars bar. CUNT.
I feel much better now.
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 17:25, 6 replies)
As a 7 year old lad at primary school along with the rest of my table. Although I overheard my testoserone pumped 20 someting teacher, Mr. kendrick, explaining to the next table that they were make a story about ROBOTS!
I obviously liked the idea of crushing metal and laser beams more than rain and clouds . . . but I understood my task and so worte about storm MADE by a massive robot
aha I was ecstatic about my lightning eyed titanium monster, whose tears of pain caused a horrific downpour,and creaking plates echoed fierce thunder rumbles and untold destruction, so headed over the my teacher to show him my masterpiece.
This is how I met my nemisis. Mr. Kendrick read through it.
"This isn't about a storm! This is about Robots! That wasn't your task! Why cant you just do what your told!" big black marker pen on both sheets, ripped it out of my exercise book, screwed up and chucked it in the bin. "Now go and do what I TOLD YOU!
Many years have passed, but I still class him a grade A twat.
(Futher reading)More reason to make him my nemisis, at sports day Mr.K. promised the fastest 100m runner a mars bar. I won. There was no mars bar. CUNT.
I feel much better now.
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 17:25, 6 replies)
My Primary 1/2 teacher....
threw away a drawing I'd made for my mum as my bag was "too messy" and I couldn't find my 8p for milk. =(
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 17:53, closed)
threw away a drawing I'd made for my mum as my bag was "too messy" and I couldn't find my 8p for milk. =(
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 17:53, closed)
No mars bar? Fucker! When he makes it to the nursing home go up to him in his confused, addled state and yell in his face 'WHERE'S MY MARS BAR YOU CUNT!!? Then walk away. you'll feel a lot better, trust me.
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 18:28, closed)
the mars bar -
i feel really sad about the mars bar. if you'd told me that story in person i'd have gone out and got you one from the shops.
( , Sat 1 May 2010, 17:11, closed)
i feel really sad about the mars bar. if you'd told me that story in person i'd have gone out and got you one from the shops.
( , Sat 1 May 2010, 17:11, closed)
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