Food sabotageSome arse at work commands that you make them tea. How do you get revenge? You gob in it, of course...
How have you creatively sabotaged other people's food to get you own back? Just how petty were your reasons for doing it? Did they swallow?
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chthonic, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 15:31)
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ah cuddly old tramps....Many years ago a friend of mine worked on a building site here in Ireland. It was slightly before the dawn of safety passes and 'restricted personel only' signs were prominent. Basically most building sites were meeting places for many, shelter for some and even workplaces for a few hardhatted tea loving paddies.
One of the afforementioned shelter seekers was an elderly tramp who used to kip in one of the rooms at night. The lads on the site used to give him a cup of tea in the morning, when they were having a few themselves, to set him up for his days tramping about in the world before returning again to the site for his nightly slumbers.
He was a pleasant chap and full of stories and had become something of a site mascot and was dearly loved by all. This love that kept old scruffy warm was however ripped from his hide, one fateful morning when one of the chaps arrived into the tea room to see the dirty bastarding fuck of an old cunt standing over the hot water boiler and provider of tea for the masses with a slightly surprised look on his face , a ladel in his hand . . . . .'a busy stirrin' his underpants.
Fucker had been washing them weekly there and didn't really cop the connection between the faucet and said boiler.
length - about .00022 of a second before dubliners were treated to the site of a tramp with no underpants sailing over a building site wall - Sleeping privelages revoked.
side note , jeesis that one fucker might have been the reason sites are so picky about who goes on them now.... hmmmm
sidenote 2 - about a year since my last post... I probably owe a few stories after all the reading I do here :) watch this space..
(, Fri 19 Sep 2008, 22:48, 2 replies)
For this alone I shall click thee."About .00022 of a second before dubliners were treated to the site of a tramp with no underpants sailing over a building site wall - Sleeping privelages revoked."
Which had me sniggering like a loon.
(, Fri 19 Sep 2008, 23:22, closed)
I liked"'a busy stirrin' his underpants." There is no way you could have said that better.
(, Sat 20 Sep 2008, 0:18, closed)
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