Well, that taught 'em
Sammi Evil Nice writes "I shared with two students, and it was always the same; whenever it was near to paytime, my milk *and only this* would disappear.
One of them, John, was a lovely bloke but allergic to nuts. John makes tea. Soon after, John starts swelling up.
ME: Runs, administers epi-pen. "You're going into anaphalactic shock."
HIM: "How do you know?"
ME: "I put almond oil in my milk."
What have you done to teach somebody a lesson?
( , Thu 26 Apr 2007, 14:54)
Sammi Evil Nice writes "I shared with two students, and it was always the same; whenever it was near to paytime, my milk *and only this* would disappear.
One of them, John, was a lovely bloke but allergic to nuts. John makes tea. Soon after, John starts swelling up.
ME: Runs, administers epi-pen. "You're going into anaphalactic shock."
HIM: "How do you know?"
ME: "I put almond oil in my milk."
What have you done to teach somebody a lesson?
( , Thu 26 Apr 2007, 14:54)
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That'll Teach The Irish
First year of uni, I was stuck in halls with seven others - Not too bad despite the fact I was the only Englishman in the mixed Scot-Irish flat. A bit of pisstaking between the flat on occasion, and stuff did occasionally go missing (especially if it could be mixed with alcohol) but it was funny to wake up sometimes to see a recently-nicked bus stop in the halls or that stuff in glowsticks splattered over the walls.
Anyway, come the Easter break (just over two years back now) most of us wake up late Sunday afternoon to find an empty box of Creme Eggs and what looks like one of them unwrapped on the common room table. We try and figure out whose it is, and once we find out it isn't any of ours we look into nicking it without anything been said.
Cue 1pm and the flat's two resident stoners wake up. They admit they gorged on the Creme Eggs and left one there. After a bit more talk, one of the smarter Irish lot accepts the egg after they say they didn't want it.
Irish guy bites hard into the egg, the stoners run back to our rooms laughing their heads off - the "unwrapped Creme Egg" was in fact a raw egg that the stoners had covered in chocolate and left for someone to bite into. Now half of it was in the Irish guy's mouth.
No idea why anyone else didn't figure it out though - Even though the mess of chocolate around it could be explained by the stoners playing with the "creme egg" & a lighter, an egg doesn't suddenly become the size of a jumbo Creme Egg.
( , Thu 26 Apr 2007, 15:40, Reply)
First year of uni, I was stuck in halls with seven others - Not too bad despite the fact I was the only Englishman in the mixed Scot-Irish flat. A bit of pisstaking between the flat on occasion, and stuff did occasionally go missing (especially if it could be mixed with alcohol) but it was funny to wake up sometimes to see a recently-nicked bus stop in the halls or that stuff in glowsticks splattered over the walls.
Anyway, come the Easter break (just over two years back now) most of us wake up late Sunday afternoon to find an empty box of Creme Eggs and what looks like one of them unwrapped on the common room table. We try and figure out whose it is, and once we find out it isn't any of ours we look into nicking it without anything been said.
Cue 1pm and the flat's two resident stoners wake up. They admit they gorged on the Creme Eggs and left one there. After a bit more talk, one of the smarter Irish lot accepts the egg after they say they didn't want it.
Irish guy bites hard into the egg, the stoners run back to our rooms laughing their heads off - the "unwrapped Creme Egg" was in fact a raw egg that the stoners had covered in chocolate and left for someone to bite into. Now half of it was in the Irish guy's mouth.
No idea why anyone else didn't figure it out though - Even though the mess of chocolate around it could be explained by the stoners playing with the "creme egg" & a lighter, an egg doesn't suddenly become the size of a jumbo Creme Egg.
( , Thu 26 Apr 2007, 15:40, Reply)
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