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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Wish we'd stuck around to see the conclusion...
I come from a large family - 4 girls and 1 boy. My parents don't drive, so we used to take day trips on coaches and occasionally the train.
There's a big age gap between the two eldest girls and the rest of us (14yrs), so they were at the rebellious stage well before I ever got there.
We'd travelled to Salisbury for a day out and on returning to the station, decided to have a drink in the platform cafe. Some oaf had decided to stretch out across a bench seat and have a sleep, with all his possessions (it seemed) piled up by his head - and taking up yet more seating. It was busy in there, so having another 7 turn up for tea meant that some people were standing.
Although efforts were made to rouse the chap, he continued to sleep.
Unfortunately, my big sister noticed his crossed legs, and deftly re-tied his shoelaces without disturbing him. The crowds around us murmured and looked on with alarm as we all left smiling.
The guy would have woken, uncrossed his legs and prompty have fallen to the floor. That served the git right...
( , Fri 27 Apr 2007, 14:15, Reply)
I come from a large family - 4 girls and 1 boy. My parents don't drive, so we used to take day trips on coaches and occasionally the train.
There's a big age gap between the two eldest girls and the rest of us (14yrs), so they were at the rebellious stage well before I ever got there.
We'd travelled to Salisbury for a day out and on returning to the station, decided to have a drink in the platform cafe. Some oaf had decided to stretch out across a bench seat and have a sleep, with all his possessions (it seemed) piled up by his head - and taking up yet more seating. It was busy in there, so having another 7 turn up for tea meant that some people were standing.
Although efforts were made to rouse the chap, he continued to sleep.
Unfortunately, my big sister noticed his crossed legs, and deftly re-tied his shoelaces without disturbing him. The crowds around us murmured and looked on with alarm as we all left smiling.
The guy would have woken, uncrossed his legs and prompty have fallen to the floor. That served the git right...
( , Fri 27 Apr 2007, 14:15, Reply)
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