
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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They come out of the toilet and eat your bottom.
I have no real-life arch-nemeses, so I'll just carry on being afraid of the imaginary ones, thankyouverymuch.
( , Wed 5 May 2010, 14:31, 3 replies)

is a combination of alcohol and bathroom furniture.
( , Wed 5 May 2010, 15:23, closed)
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