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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the diceman
When I was around 17 or so, a group of friends had established a Dungeons & Dragons game, which being a fully paid up nerd, I joined. Already a member of this jolly little gang was a fellow I shall call Paul, for that is his name. Now this Paul character was an insufferably arrogant know it all, and because he was a goth* (v.1 circa 1985) thought he was the epitome of fashion, and chose regularly to belittle my sense of style - same now as always, jeans and a t, baggy fit thanks very much, I was and remain, defiantly anti-fashion.
Eventually I grew tired of being dissed by this fool, and during one evenings play, decided to mount an attack on his character. Now Paul had been nurturing this particular character for some time, and essentially being a humourless pompous twat would, I thought be wound up if i started fecking with him.
Plan was, deal out a few hits, do a little damage and leave it at that. However, a short time later I seemed to have executed said character. oops. killed by a noob. not good.
The fucker tried to get me in a headlock :-)
Which didn't work. I'm a muscular nerd.
*don't get me wrong, i have nothing against teh goth per se, i just don't like arrogant fuckwits.
( , Thu 26 Apr 2007, 17:47, Reply)
When I was around 17 or so, a group of friends had established a Dungeons & Dragons game, which being a fully paid up nerd, I joined. Already a member of this jolly little gang was a fellow I shall call Paul, for that is his name. Now this Paul character was an insufferably arrogant know it all, and because he was a goth* (v.1 circa 1985) thought he was the epitome of fashion, and chose regularly to belittle my sense of style - same now as always, jeans and a t, baggy fit thanks very much, I was and remain, defiantly anti-fashion.
Eventually I grew tired of being dissed by this fool, and during one evenings play, decided to mount an attack on his character. Now Paul had been nurturing this particular character for some time, and essentially being a humourless pompous twat would, I thought be wound up if i started fecking with him.
Plan was, deal out a few hits, do a little damage and leave it at that. However, a short time later I seemed to have executed said character. oops. killed by a noob. not good.
The fucker tried to get me in a headlock :-)
Which didn't work. I'm a muscular nerd.
*don't get me wrong, i have nothing against teh goth per se, i just don't like arrogant fuckwits.
( , Thu 26 Apr 2007, 17:47, Reply)
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