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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I blame the parents, but the kids need teaching a lesson too.
Whilst perusing Boots for conditioner my ears were subjected to a high pitch scream which was emanating from a small, snotty boy who was attempting to drag his mother by her coat out of the store.
"One minute dharrlling" she oozed at him and went to the adjoining isle. Bratboy was obviously not happy about this and started running around the shared display unit, down the isle his mother was in, round and up the isle I was in. Screaming. Loudly.
Lather, rinse, repeat x 3
After the third lap my (admittedly short) fuse had burnt out and - in precision timing Quartz would have been proud of - I turned quickly ensuring my shoulder bag flew out ever so slightly making a rather pleasing thud as it connected with Bratboys face.
I had honestly forgotten, Your Honour, that I had £25 in pound coins and a full bottle of coke in there.
Mother, alerted by the deafening silence that had descended over the store comes running round to see her little prince on the floor.
"Sorry," says I "he just ran right in to me."
"Apologise to the lady!" demands mother.
"S..s..s...sorry." blubbers Bratboy.
Gleeing I skipped over to the checkouts.
Until next time Bratboy....
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 14:06, 9 replies)
Whilst perusing Boots for conditioner my ears were subjected to a high pitch scream which was emanating from a small, snotty boy who was attempting to drag his mother by her coat out of the store.
"One minute dharrlling" she oozed at him and went to the adjoining isle. Bratboy was obviously not happy about this and started running around the shared display unit, down the isle his mother was in, round and up the isle I was in. Screaming. Loudly.
Lather, rinse, repeat x 3
After the third lap my (admittedly short) fuse had burnt out and - in precision timing Quartz would have been proud of - I turned quickly ensuring my shoulder bag flew out ever so slightly making a rather pleasing thud as it connected with Bratboys face.
I had honestly forgotten, Your Honour, that I had £25 in pound coins and a full bottle of coke in there.
Mother, alerted by the deafening silence that had descended over the store comes running round to see her little prince on the floor.
"Sorry," says I "he just ran right in to me."
"Apologise to the lady!" demands mother.
"S..s..s...sorry." blubbers Bratboy.
Gleeing I skipped over to the checkouts.
Until next time Bratboy....
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 14:06, 9 replies)
You
are an evil, vicious and mean person!
People like you are the reason that kids grow up scared of people and talking about things that bother them!
/Daily Mail Rant over
That is really funny! I'd love to have seen the look on his face!
Little shit sounds like he deserved it!
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 14:26, closed)
are an evil, vicious and mean person!
People like you are the reason that kids grow up scared of people and talking about things that bother them!
/Daily Mail Rant over
That is really funny! I'd love to have seen the look on his face!
Little shit sounds like he deserved it!
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 14:26, closed)
Woo!
Yes, YES!
Cunt him in the fuck!
*cough* Sorry about that... I mean, well done!
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 14:48, closed)
Yes, YES!
Cunt him in the fuck!
*cough* Sorry about that... I mean, well done!
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 14:48, closed)
I would pay good money
to see the CCTV of that moment.
*click*
*giggles*
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 15:29, closed)
to see the CCTV of that moment.
*click*
*giggles*
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 15:29, closed)
I would have loved it
If he'd picked himself up off the floor, looked you squarely in the eye and said:
"You win this round nemesis. Until our next encounter!"
And given you a little bow in respect
*click for getting away with it*
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 18:40, closed)
If he'd picked himself up off the floor, looked you squarely in the eye and said:
"You win this round nemesis. Until our next encounter!"
And given you a little bow in respect
*click for getting away with it*
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 18:40, closed)
If only
there had been two or three of them. A domino effect would have been a sight to behold!
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 23:42, closed)
there had been two or three of them. A domino effect would have been a sight to behold!
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 23:42, closed)
If you were Spelling Badger instead...
...I'd gleefully point out that you misspelt "aisle". But you're not, so I won't.
( , Wed 15 Oct 2008, 11:19, closed)
...I'd gleefully point out that you misspelt "aisle". But you're not, so I won't.
( , Wed 15 Oct 2008, 11:19, closed)
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