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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My Shower
Why is my shower my arch-nemesis?
Is it its incessant passive aggressive drip?
Or the fact that the temperature fluctuates between liquid nitrogen and molten iron?
Or even that the head continues to fall down and spray water at the wall throughout the whole ordeal?
No. The reason the shower is my arch-nemesis is that despite all these factors, it still lures me in with the prospect of cleanliness at least once a month*.
What a douche.
* That's normal, right?
( , Wed 5 May 2010, 14:29, Reply)
Why is my shower my arch-nemesis?
Is it its incessant passive aggressive drip?
Or the fact that the temperature fluctuates between liquid nitrogen and molten iron?
Or even that the head continues to fall down and spray water at the wall throughout the whole ordeal?
No. The reason the shower is my arch-nemesis is that despite all these factors, it still lures me in with the prospect of cleanliness at least once a month*.
What a douche.
* That's normal, right?
( , Wed 5 May 2010, 14:29, Reply)
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