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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My mom taught me all right...
When I was little I went through a weird phase where I wouldn't eat the generic brand of sweet pickles. This was weird because I never had problems with them before. For some reason, I remember them suddenly tasting gross, though the brand name ones were pretty much exact. Anyway, my mom decided to teach me some sort of lesson. She cleverly switched labels on the brand name and generic jars. Later on, she promptly handed me one from the assumed brand name jar. I ate it without a fuss, not knowing she had changed the label. It, of course, tasted exactly like the expensive ones. After I ate it, she let me in on the secret. I realized that generic pickles weren't so bad after all! From that day on, I ate the generics and liked them (just as I had in the past.)
( , Tue 1 May 2007, 23:00, Reply)
When I was little I went through a weird phase where I wouldn't eat the generic brand of sweet pickles. This was weird because I never had problems with them before. For some reason, I remember them suddenly tasting gross, though the brand name ones were pretty much exact. Anyway, my mom decided to teach me some sort of lesson. She cleverly switched labels on the brand name and generic jars. Later on, she promptly handed me one from the assumed brand name jar. I ate it without a fuss, not knowing she had changed the label. It, of course, tasted exactly like the expensive ones. After I ate it, she let me in on the secret. I realized that generic pickles weren't so bad after all! From that day on, I ate the generics and liked them (just as I had in the past.)
( , Tue 1 May 2007, 23:00, Reply)
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