Spoilt Brats
Mr Newton sighs, "ever known anyone so spoilt you would love to strangle? I lived with a Paris Hilton-a-like who complained about everything, stomped her feet and whinged till she got her way. There was a happy ending though: she had to drop out of uni due to becoming pregnant after a one night stand..."
Who's the spoiltest person you've met? Has karma come to bite them yet? Or did you in fact end up strangling them? Uncle B3ta (and the serious crimes squad) wants to know.
( , Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:11)
Mr Newton sighs, "ever known anyone so spoilt you would love to strangle? I lived with a Paris Hilton-a-like who complained about everything, stomped her feet and whinged till she got her way. There was a happy ending though: she had to drop out of uni due to becoming pregnant after a one night stand..."
Who's the spoiltest person you've met? Has karma come to bite them yet? Or did you in fact end up strangling them? Uncle B3ta (and the serious crimes squad) wants to know.
( , Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:11)
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So there I Was, partying with a pretty rich chick.....
although I didn't know it, the girl (who shall be called Rachel, for that is not her name) had a very rich daddy. It wasnt until our third meeting that I discovered this, when I went back to her house with some friends to watch movies and possibly consume synthesised love-drugs. So being of a lower middle class, intelligent, well educated, but not, in general, an arsehole; I didnt fit in all too well.
It was morning when I went upstairs after being invited to play snooker in the loft bar room. "You can smoke in here" she says. I light up. she walks off; Her brother looks at me like i just shat on the carpet and rubbed it in, unaware of his sisters influence on me.
He clearly doesnt like me - "Who's up a for a game after this one?" I piped with a friendly a muster as I could manage. "No thank you."
Okay.....this is fun, I thought.....
"Oh wow, you have two Wurlitzers! thats really cool....I've always wanted one of these fellas" or something like that, I countered.
With the absolutely most stuck up tone of Arsehole he could muster, he replied:
"Thats not a Wurlitzer, its a Seeburg. Tchhhhhh"
The atmosphere was as cold as the coldest ice, and a whole lot less pleasant.
I felt like leaving so I did. What a funt. No wonder his mum fucked off and left them.
( , Sat 11 Oct 2008, 8:56, Reply)
although I didn't know it, the girl (who shall be called Rachel, for that is not her name) had a very rich daddy. It wasnt until our third meeting that I discovered this, when I went back to her house with some friends to watch movies and possibly consume synthesised love-drugs. So being of a lower middle class, intelligent, well educated, but not, in general, an arsehole; I didnt fit in all too well.
It was morning when I went upstairs after being invited to play snooker in the loft bar room. "You can smoke in here" she says. I light up. she walks off; Her brother looks at me like i just shat on the carpet and rubbed it in, unaware of his sisters influence on me.
He clearly doesnt like me - "Who's up a for a game after this one?" I piped with a friendly a muster as I could manage. "No thank you."
Okay.....this is fun, I thought.....
"Oh wow, you have two Wurlitzers! thats really cool....I've always wanted one of these fellas" or something like that, I countered.
With the absolutely most stuck up tone of Arsehole he could muster, he replied:
"Thats not a Wurlitzer, its a Seeburg. Tchhhhhh"
The atmosphere was as cold as the coldest ice, and a whole lot less pleasant.
I felt like leaving so I did. What a funt. No wonder his mum fucked off and left them.
( , Sat 11 Oct 2008, 8:56, Reply)
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