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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my mum is hard, but fair
back in the day, she tried her fair hand at many an occupation to give three little gobshites a happy upbringing.
One of these was childminding. One child she minded was a particularly "sensitive" piece of work.
He used to hold his breath when he didn't get what he wanted and, god bless, his parents must've indulged him in this, relenting when he turned purple, cos he was a trier and kept at it.
My mother, however, is made of sterner stuff, and reasoned that when he holds his breath, there will come a point where he will pass out and his natural reflexes will kick in, he will continue breathing and continue to be an unnecessary drain on Earth's dwindling resources.
I love my Mum.
though if she ever heard me say that, she'd probably throttle me till I turned purple, then get a proper grip and finish the job. :)
( , Sun 12 Oct 2008, 2:27, Reply)
back in the day, she tried her fair hand at many an occupation to give three little gobshites a happy upbringing.
One of these was childminding. One child she minded was a particularly "sensitive" piece of work.
He used to hold his breath when he didn't get what he wanted and, god bless, his parents must've indulged him in this, relenting when he turned purple, cos he was a trier and kept at it.
My mother, however, is made of sterner stuff, and reasoned that when he holds his breath, there will come a point where he will pass out and his natural reflexes will kick in, he will continue breathing and continue to be an unnecessary drain on Earth's dwindling resources.
I love my Mum.
though if she ever heard me say that, she'd probably throttle me till I turned purple, then get a proper grip and finish the job. :)
( , Sun 12 Oct 2008, 2:27, Reply)
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