Another daddy's girl tale
A few weeks ago, while hanging around with my superfun new mates in their kitchen, a girl walked in. She had a bottle of Absolut (a warning in itself) in one hand, and was holding a phone in the other.

Her: "Guys, what's this place's postcode?"

I looked at the others quizzically, and they explained that she was ordering an Indian. The bill, it became apparent moments later, was £20 just for her and her mate.

Me: "Crivens! Twenty of your finest English pounds! We're students! I have £340 to last me until Christmas! There's a takeaway not 100 yards from the bottom of the tower; why are you doing this?!" I ask. She shrugs.

Her: "It's going on my daddy's credit card."

Me: "Aww, that's nice; your old man's forking out for you to get a nice meal on a Friday night."

Her: "Errr... no. He's given me access to his account."

Me: "OMGWTF ...And how much have you taken from this account?"

She looks puzzled at this point.

Her: "Dunno. Not really been keeping track. I've spent at least £400 this week, though."

There's a stunned silence, followed by another silence, this one composed mostly of building anger as everyone in the room looks at one another agape.

To break the tension, she offers:

Her: "In fairness, though, £300 of that was for me to go on holiday."

More silence.

Her: "Oh come on! You've GOT to have holidays!"

At this point I cursed and left, pausing only to punch a wall on the way out.

Cunt.
(bad1dea, Sat 11 Oct 2008, 18:46, 2 replies)

that sounds
vry simalar to the mentallity of the lass i lived with

from ur fellow topic starter
(Lord Chode, Sun 12 Oct 2008, 23:34, closed)

spoilt
I've been reading loads of these and tend to find myself agreeing with the spoilt person. i guess im spoilt and never knew it. you have GOT to have holidays though. Especially skiing ones.
(deaglun, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 9:39, closed)