And that's the thanks I got
On getting screwed over by people for whom you were doing a favour:
I spent several weeks helping my best friend - a complete layabout - with his A-Level computer science project so he wouldn't fail his course. In the end, he did so little work I actually ended up doing the whole thing for him in a half-term week I should really have spent revising for my own exams.
I got back to college to find that while I was hunched over a red-hot BBC Micro, he had spent the week screwing my girlfriend.
Then he didn't bother sitting the exam because "I'm going to fail anyway".
And that's the thanks I got. How have you been screwed over whilst doing someone a favour?
( , Thu 24 May 2007, 10:20)
On getting screwed over by people for whom you were doing a favour:
I spent several weeks helping my best friend - a complete layabout - with his A-Level computer science project so he wouldn't fail his course. In the end, he did so little work I actually ended up doing the whole thing for him in a half-term week I should really have spent revising for my own exams.
I got back to college to find that while I was hunched over a red-hot BBC Micro, he had spent the week screwing my girlfriend.
Then he didn't bother sitting the exam because "I'm going to fail anyway".
And that's the thanks I got. How have you been screwed over whilst doing someone a favour?
( , Thu 24 May 2007, 10:20)
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Dog, Ew.
Dr Frank has reminded me of this one....
I'm not a fan of dogs, I don't hate them, but I DO hate rat dogs (I also don't see the point)
Anyway, I was in deepest darkest Suffolk and trying to find my friend's house in a local village for local people.
(This was also the same journey that, while in Suffolk, I was pulled over 3 times for "suspicious behaviour" - or "driving while black" as I commented on to one police officer (bad idea, by the way) - but that's another story.....)
Anyway.
I stopped to ask some old guy where xx road was - he piped up, "That's just near the post office, I'm going there and you can give me and my little dog a lift". Great - Old man and rat dog.
I oblige and he shows me the way - I thank him and we're both happy.
Later on in the day, there's an odd smell in the car, I can't place it - I'm looking around in the car - have I spilt milk, etc..... Nope, no idea.
Hang on, what's that on the car mat in the passenger seat footwell - Ew - Dog Shit.
The little feckin' dog had done a little feckin' shit and then tramped it in to the mat. I didn't even try to clean the mat, I just binned it.
Thanks.
*Apologies to the vegetarian, rat dog owning populace - more people I've probably offended
( , Fri 25 May 2007, 9:04, Reply)
Dr Frank has reminded me of this one....
I'm not a fan of dogs, I don't hate them, but I DO hate rat dogs (I also don't see the point)
Anyway, I was in deepest darkest Suffolk and trying to find my friend's house in a local village for local people.
(This was also the same journey that, while in Suffolk, I was pulled over 3 times for "suspicious behaviour" - or "driving while black" as I commented on to one police officer (bad idea, by the way) - but that's another story.....)
Anyway.
I stopped to ask some old guy where xx road was - he piped up, "That's just near the post office, I'm going there and you can give me and my little dog a lift". Great - Old man and rat dog.
I oblige and he shows me the way - I thank him and we're both happy.
Later on in the day, there's an odd smell in the car, I can't place it - I'm looking around in the car - have I spilt milk, etc..... Nope, no idea.
Hang on, what's that on the car mat in the passenger seat footwell - Ew - Dog Shit.
The little feckin' dog had done a little feckin' shit and then tramped it in to the mat. I didn't even try to clean the mat, I just binned it.
Thanks.
*Apologies to the vegetarian, rat dog owning populace - more people I've probably offended
( , Fri 25 May 2007, 9:04, Reply)
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