Well, that taught 'emSammi 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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I hadfallen out with the guy from the house next door, on account of him being a shit-stirring, backstabbing, ginger little tosser, yet tolerated him as he got on well with some of my housemates.
What had started as dislike spiralled quickly, and before I knew it he was trying to drive wedges between myself and my friends, intending to cut me out of my own social loop. I hatched a plot, unpleasent yet simple.
I threw a party, ensured he and his cronies were invited, then arranged for his very-recently-ex-girlfriend, who I knew through someone I worked with, to show up when the party was in full swing. Cue ikkle Ginge storming out in tears, (she'd dumped him, and didn't care) humiliated before his closest friends. I grinned smugly, while someone assured me I was an utter cunt, and while many others laughed.
The party had been to celebrate our collective departure from residence, for twas a student house. We still had a week to go, and I had feared reprisals. However, as a bonus on that fateful night, one of my housemates, The Don, shagged one of Ex's friends, and The Friend spent my remaining period of domicile hanging round our living room bunny-boiling The Don (I let her in!), with Ex in tow. This ensured Ginger's absence, and granted me one week's peace and Gingerless quiet.
No chance for him to revenge upon me, although he whispered that he definately would. Eleven years and still waiting!
That'll teach him.
(, Mon 30 Apr 2007, 3:58, Reply)
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