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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Maths class...
I used to sit at the very front of my maths class... not because I was a slimey little swot, oh no, I figured, the best way to coast through the year would be to get in with the swots and just copy their work - worked a charm... anyway, this guy called Phil sat right at the back of the class, opposite side to me. He'd somehow pissed me off, I don't remember the details.
My revenge was simple, where I sat I was right next to the heater, toasy warm. Shortly after the lesson began I decided on my vengence and left my metal compass resting against the heater on full whack. About ten minutes from the end of the lesson I picked up the compass by the now slightly squidgy plastic bit, carefully carried it all round the room to Phil where I uttered the phrase
"Thanks for lending my your compass Phil." I passed it to him and he took hold of the hot metal. I reckon I got about six paces before he screamed.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2007, 12:57, Reply)
I used to sit at the very front of my maths class... not because I was a slimey little swot, oh no, I figured, the best way to coast through the year would be to get in with the swots and just copy their work - worked a charm... anyway, this guy called Phil sat right at the back of the class, opposite side to me. He'd somehow pissed me off, I don't remember the details.
My revenge was simple, where I sat I was right next to the heater, toasy warm. Shortly after the lesson began I decided on my vengence and left my metal compass resting against the heater on full whack. About ten minutes from the end of the lesson I picked up the compass by the now slightly squidgy plastic bit, carefully carried it all round the room to Phil where I uttered the phrase
"Thanks for lending my your compass Phil." I passed it to him and he took hold of the hot metal. I reckon I got about six paces before he screamed.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2007, 12:57, Reply)
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