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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Ah, Squash Rackets
back in the day (by that, I mean year 4) there was an option to learn how to play squash. I borrowed my dad's and took it to school with me.
At the end of the day, these lads decided to chase me, and try to nice it. Fuck That, me thoughts.
So they (there was three of them) ran after me, down this road. It was by coincidence that my mum, and the mum of the main guy who was chasing me was waiting. While being chased, and running past said parentals, I was fiddling to get this racket out of it case. I stopped, and turned around, with the racket.
I had no intention of hitting him, I just wanted to scare him, like he tried to do with me. I held the racket up, and proceeded to swing it, side on, and manage to stop it just before it connected. His tears was such a great site to see.
( , Mon 30 Apr 2007, 9:35, Reply)
back in the day (by that, I mean year 4) there was an option to learn how to play squash. I borrowed my dad's and took it to school with me.
At the end of the day, these lads decided to chase me, and try to nice it. Fuck That, me thoughts.
So they (there was three of them) ran after me, down this road. It was by coincidence that my mum, and the mum of the main guy who was chasing me was waiting. While being chased, and running past said parentals, I was fiddling to get this racket out of it case. I stopped, and turned around, with the racket.
I had no intention of hitting him, I just wanted to scare him, like he tried to do with me. I held the racket up, and proceeded to swing it, side on, and manage to stop it just before it connected. His tears was such a great site to see.
( , Mon 30 Apr 2007, 9:35, Reply)
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