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?
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( , 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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Sweet Christ...
That's a special kind of vindictive right there, I can only imagine your mothers fury at such mistreatment (Indeed, I have an image in my head of the Norse pantheon running from it in sheer terror) ... How long ago was this, if you don't mind my asking?
( , Sun 2 May 2010, 20:49, 1 reply)
That's a special kind of vindictive right there, I can only imagine your mothers fury at such mistreatment (Indeed, I have an image in my head of the Norse pantheon running from it in sheer terror) ... How long ago was this, if you don't mind my asking?
( , Sun 2 May 2010, 20:49, 1 reply)
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