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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Daughter's revenge
Noto bene: This story has appeared before.
In infant's school, there was a Kid that enjoyed knocking the shit out of children generally younger and smaller than himself. Daughter would come home with toy-car shaped bruises on her forehead. She's two and a half or so. When I complained, I got the usual "Oh, boys will be boys, bla bla" and this town is way too politically correct for anything like punishment or discipline. Well, unless it's unwarranted. (That's another story)
So, Husband and I practiced coping techniques with Daughter and she was ready for the big day. Kid kloons her with a block, she grabs him by the collar, yanks him off his feet and screams in his face, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO MEEEEEEEE!" Amazingly enough, Kid never bothers her again.
I did however, receive a call from the principal about how anti-social her behaviour was. Buttwipes.
( , Tue 1 May 2007, 4:13, Reply)
Noto bene: This story has appeared before.
In infant's school, there was a Kid that enjoyed knocking the shit out of children generally younger and smaller than himself. Daughter would come home with toy-car shaped bruises on her forehead. She's two and a half or so. When I complained, I got the usual "Oh, boys will be boys, bla bla" and this town is way too politically correct for anything like punishment or discipline. Well, unless it's unwarranted. (That's another story)
So, Husband and I practiced coping techniques with Daughter and she was ready for the big day. Kid kloons her with a block, she grabs him by the collar, yanks him off his feet and screams in his face, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO MEEEEEEEE!" Amazingly enough, Kid never bothers her again.
I did however, receive a call from the principal about how anti-social her behaviour was. Buttwipes.
( , Tue 1 May 2007, 4:13, Reply)
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