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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another childhood one
my little bro and I fought over e v e r y t h i n g - pencils, seats, who got the bigger half [we were more idiot than savant]
But as he got bigger, I had to replace combat with cunning...
After he'd done something particularly infuriating - can't remember what - while he was sleeping, I painted his fingernails in bright pink nailvarnish :D
In the usual rush to get to school in the morning, nothing was noticed, and just he's about to get out of the car and join his 10 year old pals I remarked on his pretty hands. Cue wailing, gnashing and desperate eating of nailvarnish.
Ma gave me a right old hiding, but I got my revenge on her 3 years later when I gave little bro his first joint at the tender age of 13 (to stop him telling on me!)
12 years later he's still a big fan of dope and we get along much better!
Length? Guys, the older I get the more important it becomes
( , Sat 28 Apr 2007, 16:33, Reply)
my little bro and I fought over e v e r y t h i n g - pencils, seats, who got the bigger half [we were more idiot than savant]
But as he got bigger, I had to replace combat with cunning...
After he'd done something particularly infuriating - can't remember what - while he was sleeping, I painted his fingernails in bright pink nailvarnish :D
In the usual rush to get to school in the morning, nothing was noticed, and just he's about to get out of the car and join his 10 year old pals I remarked on his pretty hands. Cue wailing, gnashing and desperate eating of nailvarnish.
Ma gave me a right old hiding, but I got my revenge on her 3 years later when I gave little bro his first joint at the tender age of 13 (to stop him telling on me!)
12 years later he's still a big fan of dope and we get along much better!
Length? Guys, the older I get the more important it becomes
( , Sat 28 Apr 2007, 16:33, Reply)
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