My Arch-nemesisI lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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My Arch Nemesis?...is lots of beer.
Fuck.
Gets me into fights, makes me talk shit and promise undying love when the balls are blue and the spunk is boiling to be released, only to have the scales fall from my eyes after the last dribbling twitch.
I wish we had never met.
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Ken Oath, Fri 30 Apr 2010, 15:08,
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All alcohol does is lowers your inhibitionsso fundamentally you're probably just a bit of a twat.
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Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 30 Apr 2010, 15:19,
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