
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 fed them every lunch time they would come and sit on the bonet of my car and I could hand feed them the crusts of my sarnies. Then.....wait for it..... they had a baby and used to bring him along for lunch too. Then I fell out of favour at work and got made redundant, I swear its because they didn't like me spending time with birds at lunch rather than them miserable bastards
( , Wed 5 May 2010, 15:14, 1 reply)

I would have taught my family of crows to attack the fuckwit bosses....maybe that could work with the ducks
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