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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Following previous post i remembered........
I was once sleeping at a mates house with about another 3 mates.
After hours of beer swigging, X-Box playing and the non-stop drone of somewhat orchestral parping, i brought hell upon myself by being the first person to fall asleep.
Now this was a complete accident, especially seeing as there was a perfectly formed turd sitting on my chest when i woke up in the morning.
Having slumped off to the bathroom, leaving behind a room of four hungover but hysterical mates, i applied the best stealth known to man and snuck a picnic plate in with me.
I washed the excretion from my chest but managed to keep it on a plate.
Fast-forward about 4 hours to lunch time.
Me:"I'll make the lunch".
*cooks "hotdogs"*
At table....
Mate:Where's yours?
Me:I'm not really hungry.
Mate:fair enough
they should learn that hell hath no fury like a Ketzer Miller scorned.
Now if my idiot mates of the time learnt to question things they wouldn't have eaten a mouthfull of shit.
Yes i know length yadayada, B3tans can read can't they?
( , Fri 27 Apr 2007, 17:45, Reply)
I was once sleeping at a mates house with about another 3 mates.
After hours of beer swigging, X-Box playing and the non-stop drone of somewhat orchestral parping, i brought hell upon myself by being the first person to fall asleep.
Now this was a complete accident, especially seeing as there was a perfectly formed turd sitting on my chest when i woke up in the morning.
Having slumped off to the bathroom, leaving behind a room of four hungover but hysterical mates, i applied the best stealth known to man and snuck a picnic plate in with me.
I washed the excretion from my chest but managed to keep it on a plate.
Fast-forward about 4 hours to lunch time.
Me:"I'll make the lunch".
*cooks "hotdogs"*
At table....
Mate:Where's yours?
Me:I'm not really hungry.
Mate:fair enough
they should learn that hell hath no fury like a Ketzer Miller scorned.
Now if my idiot mates of the time learnt to question things they wouldn't have eaten a mouthfull of shit.
Yes i know length yadayada, B3tans can read can't they?
( , Fri 27 Apr 2007, 17:45, Reply)
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