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 schemie hunter
Inverkeithing is undoubtedly the shitiest armpit of a burgh in all of Scotland, an accolade earned by the ceaseless pig-ignorant nastiness practiced by every inhabitant under the age of 25. It was my misfortune to have to travel through this suppurating abscess of a town every day for too many years, but one evening I had a small measure of revenge: while driving along in light rain I spied a bunch of typically mankeous schemie females standing by a crossing, shrieking abuse at every car passing. Then they saw my car ...
well, they shouldn't have been standing so close to that huge trash-filled puddle, should they?
I accelerated.
The next second the scabrous little ned bitches got utterly, utterly soaked by what can only be described as a tsunami of dreich.
I slowed for just a couple of seconds to see their reaction in the rear-view, it was beautiful. They were standing there in a state of honest bewilderment, staggering around blinded by filthy rainwater.
That's what you get when you yell at my car.
Schemie vermin.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2007, 10:54, Reply)
Inverkeithing is undoubtedly the shitiest armpit of a burgh in all of Scotland, an accolade earned by the ceaseless pig-ignorant nastiness practiced by every inhabitant under the age of 25. It was my misfortune to have to travel through this suppurating abscess of a town every day for too many years, but one evening I had a small measure of revenge: while driving along in light rain I spied a bunch of typically mankeous schemie females standing by a crossing, shrieking abuse at every car passing. Then they saw my car ...
well, they shouldn't have been standing so close to that huge trash-filled puddle, should they?
I accelerated.
The next second the scabrous little ned bitches got utterly, utterly soaked by what can only be described as a tsunami of dreich.
I slowed for just a couple of seconds to see their reaction in the rear-view, it was beautiful. They were standing there in a state of honest bewilderment, staggering around blinded by filthy rainwater.
That's what you get when you yell at my car.
Schemie vermin.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2007, 10:54, Reply)
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