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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This one's me, tragically.
My sister and I don't get on at the best of times - when we were at school, we fought like rabid, angry hyenas - this extended to home life.
One time we were fighting about something (or nothing) - You know the sort of sibling fight I'm talking about - hair pulling, name calling, etc.
When I thought it'd be a good time to call her something unpleasant - it must've been pretty bad as she stopped dead and glared at me.
"Yay", thought I - "I've won this one".
No.
She went to Dad and told him what I'd said - Nothing about provocation at all, I might add - and I got a thorough bollocking.
Fucksocks.
Didn't stop us fighting though....
( , Thu 26 Apr 2007, 16:12, Reply)
This one's me, tragically.
My sister and I don't get on at the best of times - when we were at school, we fought like rabid, angry hyenas - this extended to home life.
One time we were fighting about something (or nothing) - You know the sort of sibling fight I'm talking about - hair pulling, name calling, etc.
When I thought it'd be a good time to call her something unpleasant - it must've been pretty bad as she stopped dead and glared at me.
"Yay", thought I - "I've won this one".
No.
She went to Dad and told him what I'd said - Nothing about provocation at all, I might add - and I got a thorough bollocking.
Fucksocks.
Didn't stop us fighting though....
( , Thu 26 Apr 2007, 16:12, Reply)
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