Spoilt BratsMr 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.
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chthonic, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:11)
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One of my favourites...Comes from my Dad.
I understand it's meant to be somewhat of an urban myth, that's probably what made him think of it.
He was teaching in Manchester Grammar school, teaching RE to some unruly shits.
Eventually, he reaches the end of his tether, and tells the ringleader of the issues to have some respect, and be quiet.
Little shit looked down his nose (at someone who is about a foot taller, no small feat) and says "Do you know who my father is?"
Quick as lightning my dad comes back with "Why, don't you?"
Little shit goes an interesting shade of purple, as the rest of the class laughs their head off.
My Dad became a lot more popular after that :D
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Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 14 Oct 2008, 15:08,
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Lovely. Spot-on timing.The ex, a high school teacher in a rough area, would counter a troublemaker's high spirited 'Sir, Wayne (or Jason or whoever) says he's gay!' with 'Really? You must be a VERY CLOSE FRIEND for him to tell you that!'
He only had to say it once to each class every year.
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fantastic!I overheard that used by one of my barstaff on a particularly grim student night after refusing to serve a very very drunk young paris-hilton-alike and having an argument with her equally paris-hilton-alike friend....
The student demanded to see the manager for compensation. I laughed and radio'd the doormend to escort the pair of them off the premises. Doormen love spoilt brats.
No wait, doormen love beating spoilt brats. yeah thats it.
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Mister B is eating an icanhazcheezburger with lmaonaise, Tue 14 Oct 2008, 18:16,
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Exact thing happened to my dadNot an R.E. teacher mind but in a pub in deepest darkest Ashington. Some little scrote giving it the big I am and my dad told him to shut it and he muttered "Do you know who my dad is" or in Ashingtonian "EERRR MAN DEE YEE KNAAW WHEY WOR FATHAR IS LIKE GADGE!" and dad went "Aye want me to phone him and tell hi what a little cunt you are?" to which the scrote replayed "You got his number? Give it to me man I havent seen him for years"
Classic
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