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» Food sabotage
More Coffee Marlaky
Whilst attending evening classes, we had this particular tutor for computer science who was a bit of a know-it-all-no-matter-what-you've-done. He was a good tutor when he cut the bullshite so we tolerated his meanderings ...
Anyway, the class lasted 3hrs with a break in between. Usually a few of us would go to the student cafe to talk smack and generally piss around. Occasionally we'd be late back to class and the tutor would then have a go about our tardyness. Again, whatever.
Well this particular day, he was being particularly obnoxious and really pissing me off. Come the break time we get up to leave and he makes smart comments about being back in time oh and "would you mind getting me a coffee?".... "No problem" says I and as we leave an evil grin appears across my face.
Cut to the chase I get a coffee for this guy and then hock up a good couple into the coffee and make sure the nasal passages are clear. I then walked back to class and hand him the coffee with the perfect innocent expression on my face while my mates are trying to stifle laughs. Man, it was great watching him down that drink - I guess he liked it frothy!
On another food sabotage story - a friend lived in a shared flat along side a food thief who would half-inch anything going in the fridge.
Knowing this perpetrator was hard at work on his food, said friend was presented the perfect opportunity when the thief had a tagliatelle and put left-overs in the fridge.
That next morning, after shenanigans with his girlfriend he took his now used condom and emptied it over the tagliatelle and later in the day said he watched with smugness as the food thief ate the protein enhanced pasta dish.
Did he tell them? Yes, just before he moved out.
Length? A stringy sperm ridden spit measure.
(Fri 19th Sep 2008, 17:17, More)
More Coffee Marlaky
Whilst attending evening classes, we had this particular tutor for computer science who was a bit of a know-it-all-no-matter-what-you've-done. He was a good tutor when he cut the bullshite so we tolerated his meanderings ...
Anyway, the class lasted 3hrs with a break in between. Usually a few of us would go to the student cafe to talk smack and generally piss around. Occasionally we'd be late back to class and the tutor would then have a go about our tardyness. Again, whatever.
Well this particular day, he was being particularly obnoxious and really pissing me off. Come the break time we get up to leave and he makes smart comments about being back in time oh and "would you mind getting me a coffee?".... "No problem" says I and as we leave an evil grin appears across my face.
Cut to the chase I get a coffee for this guy and then hock up a good couple into the coffee and make sure the nasal passages are clear. I then walked back to class and hand him the coffee with the perfect innocent expression on my face while my mates are trying to stifle laughs. Man, it was great watching him down that drink - I guess he liked it frothy!
On another food sabotage story - a friend lived in a shared flat along side a food thief who would half-inch anything going in the fridge.
Knowing this perpetrator was hard at work on his food, said friend was presented the perfect opportunity when the thief had a tagliatelle and put left-overs in the fridge.
That next morning, after shenanigans with his girlfriend he took his now used condom and emptied it over the tagliatelle and later in the day said he watched with smugness as the food thief ate the protein enhanced pasta dish.
Did he tell them? Yes, just before he moved out.
Length? A stringy sperm ridden spit measure.
(Fri 19th Sep 2008, 17:17, More)
» Workplace Boredom
most boredom ends up with bodily fluids
and this story is no different.
Whilst this doesn't bear comparison with some of the xlnt stories to date, it's good to know the corporate world is safe and secure in the hands of creative people...
So anyway, me and a few other miscreants who were deemed having no career potential as future banking industry leaders were tasked with throwing away mounds of cheques in our branch of Floyds Tank. This was a dull task at best so we made best use of our time - after working out it would take a days hard work we settled on 3 days being a good amount of skive time. This was spent mostly reading NME/Sounds, throwing bundles of paper around the room to different corners to make it look like we'd done something and also games of "Flob Cricket"
The premise was simple - we used a piece of card about 6 x 4 inches and would drop a line of flob and then try and hit it across room. It was pointless in all respects but it passed the time.
There was also time wasting amongst the male population of wanking, sleeping on the shitter and drinking cheap whiskey. Let's face it - on the salary they were paying, who'd actually work hard?
(Mon 12th Jan 2009, 18:55, More)
most boredom ends up with bodily fluids
and this story is no different.
Whilst this doesn't bear comparison with some of the xlnt stories to date, it's good to know the corporate world is safe and secure in the hands of creative people...
So anyway, me and a few other miscreants who were deemed having no career potential as future banking industry leaders were tasked with throwing away mounds of cheques in our branch of Floyds Tank. This was a dull task at best so we made best use of our time - after working out it would take a days hard work we settled on 3 days being a good amount of skive time. This was spent mostly reading NME/Sounds, throwing bundles of paper around the room to different corners to make it look like we'd done something and also games of "Flob Cricket"
The premise was simple - we used a piece of card about 6 x 4 inches and would drop a line of flob and then try and hit it across room. It was pointless in all respects but it passed the time.
There was also time wasting amongst the male population of wanking, sleeping on the shitter and drinking cheap whiskey. Let's face it - on the salary they were paying, who'd actually work hard?
(Mon 12th Jan 2009, 18:55, More)