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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Served her right
Quite few years ago I ended up moving into the flat of a girl I'd been at school with. In the years between leaving school and our flatshare she turned into the most boring, pedantic, lazy, jealous cow I ever had the misfortune to live with. I tried really hard to be nice, and helpful, and be friends with her but she was a nightmare. Her Daddy paid all the bills and her mortgage, she didn't work because she didn't feel like it. She was a spoilt little brat.
I moved out after a few months which caused her to go into unpleasantness overdrive so I was determined to wreak my revenge.
I worked for a newspaper at the time and I filled in every form of every leaflet that dropped out of all the magazines and papers that arrived at the office every day. She got brochures for the lot - garage doors, awnings, granny clothing, wheelchairs, stannah stairlifts - you name it, I also made sure she got any freebie samples ie incontinence pants. I ignored anything requiring payment but I reckon she got on nearly every mailing list in the country. In those days there was no mail preference service. I bet she still has problems opening her front door after a few days away. Hah!
( , Fri 27 Apr 2007, 11:09, Reply)
Quite few years ago I ended up moving into the flat of a girl I'd been at school with. In the years between leaving school and our flatshare she turned into the most boring, pedantic, lazy, jealous cow I ever had the misfortune to live with. I tried really hard to be nice, and helpful, and be friends with her but she was a nightmare. Her Daddy paid all the bills and her mortgage, she didn't work because she didn't feel like it. She was a spoilt little brat.
I moved out after a few months which caused her to go into unpleasantness overdrive so I was determined to wreak my revenge.
I worked for a newspaper at the time and I filled in every form of every leaflet that dropped out of all the magazines and papers that arrived at the office every day. She got brochures for the lot - garage doors, awnings, granny clothing, wheelchairs, stannah stairlifts - you name it, I also made sure she got any freebie samples ie incontinence pants. I ignored anything requiring payment but I reckon she got on nearly every mailing list in the country. In those days there was no mail preference service. I bet she still has problems opening her front door after a few days away. Hah!
( , Fri 27 Apr 2007, 11:09, Reply)
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