I am a bastard
My flatmate at uni in Edinburgh is Lithuanian. He's a great guy who speaks excellent English, albeit with a strong accent and some odd turns of phrase. He's also not afraid to ask about anything he doesn't know about.

Anyway. To the story. We were in the student shop one day, wandering around after a lecture had finished early. Ming (for that is his name) spotted a pair of compasses (circle drawing things) for sale, and asked what they were called. Being who I am, I instantly thought quick, lie. What can I call them? He isn't stupid, it has to be believable. "Oh, that's a spoon" SHIT, why did I say that? He's never going to buy this. "A spoon?" says he, a puzzled look in his eyes. "Yeah" I replied casually quick! Think of a good explanation! Don't fail me now, brain "You see, the original ones were shaped like spoons". He's NEVER going to buy this... He bought it. Hook, line and sinker. I was ill the next day and couldn't go into the practical lab we had scheduled, but apparently he got rather angry when everyone laughed when he asked for a spoon to draw circles with. He was rather more angry when he put two and two together...

Wish I could have seen his face when he realised.


Edit: This is the same flatmate I once convinced that porridge must be kept in a freezer to prevent infestation by "Porridge worms".
( MatJ LOOK, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 19:23, 3 replies)

hahahaha
porridge worms!
( Damien's Hearse, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 20:51, closed)

hahaha
I LIKE
( morrybyte made a subtle namechange at, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 3:41, closed)

you get a click
however you would have won more if you had told him it was to stab the fat girl who works behind the counter there but seems to hate students
(Clashrock is being stalked by his brother on, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 9:47, closed)