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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Inversion...
I was quite the brain at school, skipped a year ahead and performed very well in my matriculation. Coming from a difficult home-life, my teachers always took extra pains to stress just how successful they thought, nay expected, I could be. Contrived conversations speculating on my future earnings within earshot, little pep talks in the corridor, the lot.
I'm now a year out of university, having done a wanky arts degree as I had no idea what I really wanted to do with my life. I am now in an entry-level position in a customer-service for a big insurance company. While I could attempt to move laterally within the company and land a real office job, I have decided to save my pennies and concentrate on my rock'n'roll career any time I'm not at work, and resume smoking pot as it helps the creative process (and helps me put up with my job).
One day I hope to be touring with, and making money from, my band, living a transient life on the road.
That'll show those teachers!
( , Sun 29 Apr 2007, 3:49, Reply)
I was quite the brain at school, skipped a year ahead and performed very well in my matriculation. Coming from a difficult home-life, my teachers always took extra pains to stress just how successful they thought, nay expected, I could be. Contrived conversations speculating on my future earnings within earshot, little pep talks in the corridor, the lot.
I'm now a year out of university, having done a wanky arts degree as I had no idea what I really wanted to do with my life. I am now in an entry-level position in a customer-service for a big insurance company. While I could attempt to move laterally within the company and land a real office job, I have decided to save my pennies and concentrate on my rock'n'roll career any time I'm not at work, and resume smoking pot as it helps the creative process (and helps me put up with my job).
One day I hope to be touring with, and making money from, my band, living a transient life on the road.
That'll show those teachers!
( , Sun 29 Apr 2007, 3:49, Reply)
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