Well, that taught 'emSammi 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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Revenge is a funny thingAt various points in my life I have been dicked over and I have never taken revenge because short of stabbing the antagonist(s) in the throat, there's usually not much I could have done about it.
One occasion does spring to mind though. 12 years ago I was having a particularly miserable time in 6th form college, my 'friends' had decided to ostracise me, I dropped one of my A-levels and the remaining 3 were going badly. My peers, my teachers, and worst of all my parents wrote me off as a loser dropout.
The mocks were coming up, these exams determined the grades you got to put on your uni application form and so basically determined the rest of your life. I was staring into the void, I was 17 years old and I honestly thought I was without a future, and so did everybody else.
So I thought "Fuck It", I’m not going to let a piss-poor period of my life and a bunch of cunts who I will shortly never see again decide the rest of my life, I’m going to cheat. Why not? I had never cheated at anything in my life and I knew that if I was caught I was fucked, but I was fucked anyway so I might as well take the chance.
So this was my revenge on the school and all the cunts that had made it their business to make my life miserable, I was going to pass and go to uni any way I could. So cheat I did, with excellent results, which allowed me to apply for the course and university I wanted. My teachers started showing an interest in me again, my parents were proud and my peers at school...well, they still treated me like shit but I wasn’t labelled as a dropout anymore.
The revenge aspect of cheating really kicked in when a number of my antagonists failed their mocks and got kicked off some of their courses or even out of school. The next summer I got the grades I needed (strange that) and I must admit to a certain feeling of satisfaction when I found out even more of my antagonists had failed.
As a funny side note, months later I popped into school to pick up my exam certificates and my old biology teacher introduced me to the new 6th formers as "a school success story" with real pride in his voice. Twunt.
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Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Thu 26 Apr 2007, 18:08,
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