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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Fucking fisherman
I was on a lake in Paris with my girlfriend in a little rowing boat. It was my first time trying to row and so I wasn't too good at straight lines. Despite my best efforts I started splashing my way towards a group of fisherman who started to hurl a multitude of obscenities at me, chastising me for my lack of boating prowess. I (being a fluent French speaker) explain why I'm having trouble but the miserable sods keep yelling. I get pissed off and hurl my own obscenities back.
That wasn't enough. In fact, they really pissed me off.
My girlfriend and I get out on the bank a bit further round the lake to have lunch. The most incessantly noisy bastard scary crow I have ever seen in my life turned up to bug us for food during lunch. Then another arrived. Then another. Bloody loads of the things making a huge sodding noise.
I then proceeded to lure a crowd of about 50 irritating crows closer and closer to the fisherman with the baguette that we had for lunch... finishing with a huge handful of crumbs right over their quiet fishing spot. How I laughed as the enormous plague of cawing birds descended on the humourless bastards to disturb them more than my crappy rowing ever could.
Ah well, it taught them.
( , Wed 2 May 2007, 12:37, Reply)
I was on a lake in Paris with my girlfriend in a little rowing boat. It was my first time trying to row and so I wasn't too good at straight lines. Despite my best efforts I started splashing my way towards a group of fisherman who started to hurl a multitude of obscenities at me, chastising me for my lack of boating prowess. I (being a fluent French speaker) explain why I'm having trouble but the miserable sods keep yelling. I get pissed off and hurl my own obscenities back.
That wasn't enough. In fact, they really pissed me off.
My girlfriend and I get out on the bank a bit further round the lake to have lunch. The most incessantly noisy bastard scary crow I have ever seen in my life turned up to bug us for food during lunch. Then another arrived. Then another. Bloody loads of the things making a huge sodding noise.
I then proceeded to lure a crowd of about 50 irritating crows closer and closer to the fisherman with the baguette that we had for lunch... finishing with a huge handful of crumbs right over their quiet fishing spot. How I laughed as the enormous plague of cawing birds descended on the humourless bastards to disturb them more than my crappy rowing ever could.
Ah well, it taught them.
( , Wed 2 May 2007, 12:37, Reply)
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