Schadenfreude
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
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After work at the perfume factory
The summer I turned 17, I worked at a perfume factory. Luckily for me, I passed my driving test the day my Mom went on holiday, or I'd have been walking to work. Instead, my Dad lent me his super-stylish Lada, and borrowed my Mom's BMW. Hey, I'd only have been pulled over for driving while black in the BMW anyway.
So, I drive to work. I was at that "I AM A DRIVING GHOD!!!!" stage of driving when I misjudged some stop/start traffic and clipped the back of someone else's car. Their car was a mess of assorted dents and shit, so they just said "Forget it, son" and drove away. So I did, slightly shaken. Just then, another lad I knew from work buzzed up next to me on his motor bike. He stopped, shouted something about learning to drive properly, then revved his bike and took off.
SPANG! Who'd put that van there?
He was OK, although his pride was severely foxed after that one.
( , Sun 20 Dec 2009, 0:58, Reply)
The summer I turned 17, I worked at a perfume factory. Luckily for me, I passed my driving test the day my Mom went on holiday, or I'd have been walking to work. Instead, my Dad lent me his super-stylish Lada, and borrowed my Mom's BMW. Hey, I'd only have been pulled over for driving while black in the BMW anyway.
So, I drive to work. I was at that "I AM A DRIVING GHOD!!!!" stage of driving when I misjudged some stop/start traffic and clipped the back of someone else's car. Their car was a mess of assorted dents and shit, so they just said "Forget it, son" and drove away. So I did, slightly shaken. Just then, another lad I knew from work buzzed up next to me on his motor bike. He stopped, shouted something about learning to drive properly, then revved his bike and took off.
SPANG! Who'd put that van there?
He was OK, although his pride was severely foxed after that one.
( , Sun 20 Dec 2009, 0:58, Reply)
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