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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Double lesson
Another car story - wooyay!
My (redneck) mate has/had a Subaru Impreza Turbo (I refuse to call it a Scooby turbo) - and yes, he is slightly chav-ish.
On the way back from the pub one lunchtime he said "who wants to drive my car" - Me! Says I.
And that was the first bad idea.
The car was fully loaded and I proceeded to drive it like a loon (of course). Unfortunately I misjudged a roundabout as I was trying to exit it and 2 cars into 1 exit, as a rule, do NOT go.
So I dropped a gear and floored it - unfortunately it was not a clutch I was used to - so the noise was a combination of engine, gearbox, clutch and wheelspin - coupled with tyre smoke and a bit of "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE" from everyone.
I made it and my mate moaned all the way back to the office about having left the clutch behind...
The lesson?
He'll never let me drive it again - And I don't want to drive it again....
Off topic - Where's FrankSpencer???
( , Tue 1 May 2007, 13:22, Reply)
Another car story - wooyay!
My (redneck) mate has/had a Subaru Impreza Turbo (I refuse to call it a Scooby turbo) - and yes, he is slightly chav-ish.
On the way back from the pub one lunchtime he said "who wants to drive my car" - Me! Says I.
And that was the first bad idea.
The car was fully loaded and I proceeded to drive it like a loon (of course). Unfortunately I misjudged a roundabout as I was trying to exit it and 2 cars into 1 exit, as a rule, do NOT go.
So I dropped a gear and floored it - unfortunately it was not a clutch I was used to - so the noise was a combination of engine, gearbox, clutch and wheelspin - coupled with tyre smoke and a bit of "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE" from everyone.
I made it and my mate moaned all the way back to the office about having left the clutch behind...
The lesson?
He'll never let me drive it again - And I don't want to drive it again....
Off topic - Where's FrankSpencer???
( , Tue 1 May 2007, 13:22, Reply)
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