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» Food sabotage
a hearty lunch
In biology class, we were experimenting with fruit flies (which basically involved killing them all, as far as I could tell) on slabs of agar jelly (to keep them alive).
An hour later, eating my packed lunch, my chesse sandwiches tasted decidedly odd. I persevered, much to the amusement of my 'friends' at the table. In a moment of great comedy, Fred had put agar in my sandwiches. And chucked the cheese, which was worse.
Revenge was sweet when the next day he was sitting at a different table in the dining room and opened his lunchbox to find not the delicious ham sandwiches his mother had prepared, but instead a sheep's heart between two slices of bread.
No one fucked with my lunch again.
(Tue 23rd Sep 2008, 9:10, More)
a hearty lunch
In biology class, we were experimenting with fruit flies (which basically involved killing them all, as far as I could tell) on slabs of agar jelly (to keep them alive).
An hour later, eating my packed lunch, my chesse sandwiches tasted decidedly odd. I persevered, much to the amusement of my 'friends' at the table. In a moment of great comedy, Fred had put agar in my sandwiches. And chucked the cheese, which was worse.
Revenge was sweet when the next day he was sitting at a different table in the dining room and opened his lunchbox to find not the delicious ham sandwiches his mother had prepared, but instead a sheep's heart between two slices of bread.
No one fucked with my lunch again.
(Tue 23rd Sep 2008, 9:10, More)
» Crap meals out
my mother's sausages
My mother brought home a pound of sausages. Very strange sausages. Swiss, or something, but my memory is hazy on the origin. My memory is not hazy about the smell. They stank. Of dick cheese. I kid you not. As she merrily fried them, the retch inducing stench of unclean helmet infused the entire house. My dad made himself scarce (thanks, dad) while my brothers and I sat at the table utterly refusing to eat such things. I think the stalemate lasted about an hour before my mother finally caved.
Apologies for it not being out, but the worst meal out I've ever had is only something like the food not turning up, or something.
Best meal? Spaghetti with mussels at the Studio cafe in Elstree and Borehamwood. yum yum yum
(Fri 28th Apr 2006, 10:50, More)
my mother's sausages
My mother brought home a pound of sausages. Very strange sausages. Swiss, or something, but my memory is hazy on the origin. My memory is not hazy about the smell. They stank. Of dick cheese. I kid you not. As she merrily fried them, the retch inducing stench of unclean helmet infused the entire house. My dad made himself scarce (thanks, dad) while my brothers and I sat at the table utterly refusing to eat such things. I think the stalemate lasted about an hour before my mother finally caved.
Apologies for it not being out, but the worst meal out I've ever had is only something like the food not turning up, or something.
Best meal? Spaghetti with mussels at the Studio cafe in Elstree and Borehamwood. yum yum yum
(Fri 28th Apr 2006, 10:50, More)
» Conspicuous Consumption
Several stories
My friend is quite wealthy-ish, and was in Monaco one year for the Grand Prix. He and his business partner were guests at Billionaire's (owned by a certain fat italian) of a guy who had been bought out of some F1 related company and was worth in the hundreds of millions. This other guy bought bottle after bottle of champagne, then fucked off without paying. My friend asked for the bill, and was presented with a tab for 15,000 pounds. Luckily his mate chipped in.
My cousin, who is at university, once said to me "first class is the only way to fly". Luckily he is earning a fortune as an intern at a bank. On the other hand he must be an utter tosser, though I don't know him well enough to judge.
Lidl do a lobster for a fiver. I will have one once a month or so, when I remember. Lovely.
I was in Westfield a few weeks ago with my friends, one of whom spent £14k on a white gold Rolex Daytona. Then we ate lunch there, watched a movie, and had dinner there. Stupidly I had parked downstairs, and when it was time to leave, the parking cost £22. £22 for parking?! Cunts
(Tue 2nd Aug 2011, 17:46, More)
Several stories
My friend is quite wealthy-ish, and was in Monaco one year for the Grand Prix. He and his business partner were guests at Billionaire's (owned by a certain fat italian) of a guy who had been bought out of some F1 related company and was worth in the hundreds of millions. This other guy bought bottle after bottle of champagne, then fucked off without paying. My friend asked for the bill, and was presented with a tab for 15,000 pounds. Luckily his mate chipped in.
My cousin, who is at university, once said to me "first class is the only way to fly". Luckily he is earning a fortune as an intern at a bank. On the other hand he must be an utter tosser, though I don't know him well enough to judge.
Lidl do a lobster for a fiver. I will have one once a month or so, when I remember. Lovely.
I was in Westfield a few weeks ago with my friends, one of whom spent £14k on a white gold Rolex Daytona. Then we ate lunch there, watched a movie, and had dinner there. Stupidly I had parked downstairs, and when it was time to leave, the parking cost £22. £22 for parking?! Cunts
(Tue 2nd Aug 2011, 17:46, More)
» I hurt my rude bits
silk purse from a pork sword
My friend told me a story where his mate had, in full view of all his friends in the pub, stuffed £1.59's worth of coppers down his foreskin, and closed the top over.
I clumsily tried it later on, much to my shrieking-in-pain chagrin, as the edges of the 2s and 1s nipped and pinched my tenderest skin in numerous places.
(I eventually stacked them up so that there were no gaps - gaps mean nips - and stuffed the resulting column down. 22p, not too shabby with a full close-over)
(Fri 14th Jul 2006, 16:54, More)
silk purse from a pork sword
My friend told me a story where his mate had, in full view of all his friends in the pub, stuffed £1.59's worth of coppers down his foreskin, and closed the top over.
I clumsily tried it later on, much to my shrieking-in-pain chagrin, as the edges of the 2s and 1s nipped and pinched my tenderest skin in numerous places.
(I eventually stacked them up so that there were no gaps - gaps mean nips - and stuffed the resulting column down. 22p, not too shabby with a full close-over)
(Fri 14th Jul 2006, 16:54, More)
» Missing body parts
appendix, ear, elbow
The first part I lost was my appendix. Woke up one morning, and started vomiting. Still vomiting 3 hours later, dad decided I needed to have my appendix taken out. It was full of worms, apparently, which sounds quite apalling.
Fast forward many years to a drunken fight where my attacker bites off the top part of my left ear. Clean as a whistle, but now not terribly pretty. (one of the only other fights I've been in I lost the contents of my bowels - but I did win the fight against an enormous drugged up pimp).
More years pass, and I fall off my push-bike at 3mph hopping up a kerb. Result, two broken arms, and I now have a stainless steel radial head, because the other one was rubbish and had to go. Quite frankly, the new one is pretty shit, too. I creak like a church door.
(Fri 2nd Jun 2006, 12:52, More)
appendix, ear, elbow
The first part I lost was my appendix. Woke up one morning, and started vomiting. Still vomiting 3 hours later, dad decided I needed to have my appendix taken out. It was full of worms, apparently, which sounds quite apalling.
Fast forward many years to a drunken fight where my attacker bites off the top part of my left ear. Clean as a whistle, but now not terribly pretty. (one of the only other fights I've been in I lost the contents of my bowels - but I did win the fight against an enormous drugged up pimp).
More years pass, and I fall off my push-bike at 3mph hopping up a kerb. Result, two broken arms, and I now have a stainless steel radial head, because the other one was rubbish and had to go. Quite frankly, the new one is pretty shit, too. I creak like a church door.
(Fri 2nd Jun 2006, 12:52, More)