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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Chock Full O' Nuts
This story happened about two years ago in my senior year of high school. I wasn't at all the cool jock type, but rather the veteran of the band, choirs, and musicals (and somehow not gay, I swear). So I did get a fair amount of harassment from some of the jocks, one of which was actually in the choir. Emmett, for that was his name, was a six-and-a-half foot tall, three hundred pound mammoth of a boy who ended up going to an NCAA Division 1-A college for (American) foorball. But he was also a colossal dick. So I had always planned on getting revenge on him in some manner, but realized that it could never be a physical confrontation.
Luckily, I got my chance. Toward the end of that school year a group of us in the choir got back from an off-campus concert, some of these people decided to buy coffee at Dunkin Donuts (Emmett was one of them). Being a big dumb fuck he set his fresh cup of coffee on a ledge in the band room and left to use the restroom. Seeing my chance, I grabbed the cup and moved into a practice room. Taking off the plastic lid, I unzipped my trousers and (carefully) dipped my testicles into the beverage. By the way, it was fresh coffee, so it was hot in a way similar to stepping into a hot tub after being in the pool. I came out of the practice room, replaced the coffee, and refused to answer my friends as to what I did to the coffee.
A few minutes later Emmett comes back in, grabs his coffee, and takes a sip. My friends watch in amazement, realizing the coffee was somehow tainted, but never say a word. After Emmett leaves they again ask me what I did to the coffee. All I could say was "I hope he likes hazelnut."
Moral of the story: Don't fuck with the honor student/music geek.
( , Wed 2 May 2007, 6:52, Reply)
This story happened about two years ago in my senior year of high school. I wasn't at all the cool jock type, but rather the veteran of the band, choirs, and musicals (and somehow not gay, I swear). So I did get a fair amount of harassment from some of the jocks, one of which was actually in the choir. Emmett, for that was his name, was a six-and-a-half foot tall, three hundred pound mammoth of a boy who ended up going to an NCAA Division 1-A college for (American) foorball. But he was also a colossal dick. So I had always planned on getting revenge on him in some manner, but realized that it could never be a physical confrontation.
Luckily, I got my chance. Toward the end of that school year a group of us in the choir got back from an off-campus concert, some of these people decided to buy coffee at Dunkin Donuts (Emmett was one of them). Being a big dumb fuck he set his fresh cup of coffee on a ledge in the band room and left to use the restroom. Seeing my chance, I grabbed the cup and moved into a practice room. Taking off the plastic lid, I unzipped my trousers and (carefully) dipped my testicles into the beverage. By the way, it was fresh coffee, so it was hot in a way similar to stepping into a hot tub after being in the pool. I came out of the practice room, replaced the coffee, and refused to answer my friends as to what I did to the coffee.
A few minutes later Emmett comes back in, grabs his coffee, and takes a sip. My friends watch in amazement, realizing the coffee was somehow tainted, but never say a word. After Emmett leaves they again ask me what I did to the coffee. All I could say was "I hope he likes hazelnut."
Moral of the story: Don't fuck with the honor student/music geek.
( , Wed 2 May 2007, 6:52, Reply)
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