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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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Make your mind up
I'm in kind of a competitive line of business, on the fringes of legality, where occasional collaborations for mutual benefit can be useful, but they rarely last long. But this one guy just took the piss.

A few years back me and this tall guy hooked together and worked a few scams. It was great - we made a mint, nobody really got hurt - the perfect score.

After a couple of iterations, the money coming in levelled off a bit, and what does the glinty-eyed git do? He leaves me high and dry, without a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of, blaming me for the lack of contiued growth in our little "business opportunity". He even kicked me out of my seat in the middle of fuckling nowhere and left me to walk home, the tossbag. Understandably I was a bit pissed off, and when I finally managed to cobble together enough of a crew to go after the shifty bugger, and caught up with him, he only slips my well-planned trap at the last second and buggers off again.

"Right", I says to myself, "right! We'll 'ave the bastard this time!", so I do my best to find him again and wreak my terrible revenge, but once I do manage to put him in a hot spot, he only goes and pulls out the possibility of the biggest payday either of us has ever seen out of thin air. I'm no fool, so I mend fences, take him to my brother's gaff to get him patched up, and we go off together to find out own little pot of gold.

What we don't know is that an even bigger bastard also has his sights on the same prize, so we then spend a lot of time an energy trying to give this new twunt the slip. I have to admit, for quite a while me and the skinny fuck made a pretty good team, and I thought we were going to end up firm friends.

All the way to the point where we have the money in our hands, that is. At that point, the blond cunt turns on me again, points his gun in my face, sticks my head in a noose then runs off. Again.

Bastard. I'll get him one day.

(, Fri 30 Apr 2010, 16:38, 2 replies)
I can't decide
whether this is good or bad or just plain ugly...
(, Sun 2 May 2010, 17:33, closed)
What can I say? I was very bored.
(, Wed 5 May 2010, 12:15, closed)

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