Lunchtimes in the cafeteria (part two)
Among the group we lunched with was an awful, awful girl. She was a nasty, vindictive little bitch who liked nothing more than to be right where someone else was wrong.

One day we were talking bollocks, as you do. Someone mentioned a fictional disease called "Uncontrollable falling down syndrome".

Nasty Bitch angrily interrupted the conversation with "That's not funny, my uncle has that!"
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