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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I travel by Tube
Every day, selfish Yuppie arseholes get on the Tube and sit there, legs splayed, braying into mobile phones.
Do any of them ever say 'Thank you for not ramming my mobile phone up my sagging bourgeois ringpiece, followed by beating me into unconsciousness with a studded baseball bat'? Do they f*ck. They just get back on the Tube the next day and do it all over again.
(Update: Tuesday evening, 6.45 pm, Brent Cross northbound, second carriage from the back. You were wearing a beige leather jacket, sitting across 3 seats and bawling into your mobile. You know who you are. And you should be more grateful than most - because it was a Nokia N93.)
( , Tue 29 May 2007, 14:31, Reply)
Every day, selfish Yuppie arseholes get on the Tube and sit there, legs splayed, braying into mobile phones.
Do any of them ever say 'Thank you for not ramming my mobile phone up my sagging bourgeois ringpiece, followed by beating me into unconsciousness with a studded baseball bat'? Do they f*ck. They just get back on the Tube the next day and do it all over again.
(Update: Tuesday evening, 6.45 pm, Brent Cross northbound, second carriage from the back. You were wearing a beige leather jacket, sitting across 3 seats and bawling into your mobile. You know who you are. And you should be more grateful than most - because it was a Nokia N93.)
( , Tue 29 May 2007, 14:31, Reply)
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