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» Your Revenge Stories
In a certain North London Fire Station............
There is (or at least was) a 20 year old framed picture on the wall of then local MP and Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. She is surrounded by the boys of Red Watch and smiling whilst holding a large mug of tea.
Each of the firemen in that photo had specially wiped their dirty, stinking cocks around the inside of that mug before her "photo opportunity" visit.
Sweet revenge for the wave of Fire Station closures that she had instigated. I feel sure that she is not aware of this to this day.
(Fri 14th May 2004, 2:12, More)
In a certain North London Fire Station............
There is (or at least was) a 20 year old framed picture on the wall of then local MP and Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. She is surrounded by the boys of Red Watch and smiling whilst holding a large mug of tea.
Each of the firemen in that photo had specially wiped their dirty, stinking cocks around the inside of that mug before her "photo opportunity" visit.
Sweet revenge for the wave of Fire Station closures that she had instigated. I feel sure that she is not aware of this to this day.
(Fri 14th May 2004, 2:12, More)
» Your Revenge Stories
She was a bitch........
She was evil, she was head of accounts, her name was Ralph. Well, not really, it was Margaret, but we called her Ralph because she had hair like Ralph Coates (70s football fans nodding in appreciation). She had a deeply unpleasant condition that meant her body did not filter waste properly and instead of going through her bladder, her piss came through her skin. Something like that, anyway. She constantly smelt of stale wee. Because of this she constantly sprayed herself with "4711", another remnant of the 70s, to stop people throwing up when they went near her.
Anyway, she sacked Kirk, officially because of his timekeeping, but in reality because he was black. You could do things like that back then. Kirk was my best mate. I was furious, but not furious enough to walk out on the cushiest job in the world (that came later). I waited until she went home half day on the following Friday (flexi hours, she always did) and I took her toilet water to it's spiritual home - the toilet.
I took the sprayer off, emptied half of the sickly smelling liquid down the bog and carefully filled it back up with piss.
She had no idea. She was constantly surrounded by the smell of piss, so she never even noticed. Everyone else in the office noticed that her smell had got worse, but only me and Ted knew why. That bottle lasted a good two months after I did that. Sweet.
(Fri 14th May 2004, 1:53, More)
She was a bitch........
She was evil, she was head of accounts, her name was Ralph. Well, not really, it was Margaret, but we called her Ralph because she had hair like Ralph Coates (70s football fans nodding in appreciation). She had a deeply unpleasant condition that meant her body did not filter waste properly and instead of going through her bladder, her piss came through her skin. Something like that, anyway. She constantly smelt of stale wee. Because of this she constantly sprayed herself with "4711", another remnant of the 70s, to stop people throwing up when they went near her.
Anyway, she sacked Kirk, officially because of his timekeeping, but in reality because he was black. You could do things like that back then. Kirk was my best mate. I was furious, but not furious enough to walk out on the cushiest job in the world (that came later). I waited until she went home half day on the following Friday (flexi hours, she always did) and I took her toilet water to it's spiritual home - the toilet.
I took the sprayer off, emptied half of the sickly smelling liquid down the bog and carefully filled it back up with piss.
She had no idea. She was constantly surrounded by the smell of piss, so she never even noticed. Everyone else in the office noticed that her smell had got worse, but only me and Ted knew why. That bottle lasted a good two months after I did that. Sweet.
(Fri 14th May 2004, 1:53, More)
» Petty Sabotage
An old witch in the accounts dept.
Her name was Maggie. She had a hideous condition that meant her piss seaped through her skin and she constantly stank like an old woman's knickers. To combat this she would spray herself throughout the day with "4711" eau de toilet.
She sacked my mate Kirk.
I waited til she went home, took her perfume to the khazi, emptied half the bottle and topped it up with fresh piss. She was so used to the smell on herself that she never noticed. For weeks afterwards the whole building was full of the whisper "she seems to be getting worse with her problem............do you think someone should tell her." As far as I am aware, nobody ever did.
(Wed 11th May 2005, 0:55, More)
An old witch in the accounts dept.
Her name was Maggie. She had a hideous condition that meant her piss seaped through her skin and she constantly stank like an old woman's knickers. To combat this she would spray herself throughout the day with "4711" eau de toilet.
She sacked my mate Kirk.
I waited til she went home, took her perfume to the khazi, emptied half the bottle and topped it up with fresh piss. She was so used to the smell on herself that she never noticed. For weeks afterwards the whole building was full of the whisper "she seems to be getting worse with her problem............do you think someone should tell her." As far as I am aware, nobody ever did.
(Wed 11th May 2005, 0:55, More)
» Scars with history
My Brother's.............
My young brother, Danny, always cried and claimed fatal injuries. We were playing cricket when he tried running a quick single and screamed that the bat had stuck into him. We all had enough and went home, leaving him sitting on the floor crying. Even my mum looked out of the flat and told him to grow up and stop whining.
He picked up the bat, ball and stumps, bought them all upstairs to our flat, still crying. Mum said, come on then, show us your scars............
Danny pulled down his tracksuit trousers and fainted before he had them off. The bat had stuck as he grounded it, he had run onto it and it had hit him in the thigh. His thigh had burst open and was split about eight inches across and fat and muscle was hanging out and the bone was visible. I have never seen a more revolting sight. And my mum did not stop crying or apologising for about three weeks. I have many scars, but have to bow down to young Dan for the title.
(Mon 7th Feb 2005, 0:06, More)
My Brother's.............
My young brother, Danny, always cried and claimed fatal injuries. We were playing cricket when he tried running a quick single and screamed that the bat had stuck into him. We all had enough and went home, leaving him sitting on the floor crying. Even my mum looked out of the flat and told him to grow up and stop whining.
He picked up the bat, ball and stumps, bought them all upstairs to our flat, still crying. Mum said, come on then, show us your scars............
Danny pulled down his tracksuit trousers and fainted before he had them off. The bat had stuck as he grounded it, he had run onto it and it had hit him in the thigh. His thigh had burst open and was split about eight inches across and fat and muscle was hanging out and the bone was visible. I have never seen a more revolting sight. And my mum did not stop crying or apologising for about three weeks. I have many scars, but have to bow down to young Dan for the title.
(Mon 7th Feb 2005, 0:06, More)
» Beautiful Moments
Just today
I watched my 9 year old son play his first game of football for the school team. They won one-nil and he set up the goal. He cannot sleep tonight because he is so happy. I just want to cry thinking about it. Life does not get any better, believe me!
(Mon 14th Mar 2005, 22:18, More)
Just today
I watched my 9 year old son play his first game of football for the school team. They won one-nil and he set up the goal. He cannot sleep tonight because he is so happy. I just want to cry thinking about it. Life does not get any better, believe me!
(Mon 14th Mar 2005, 22:18, More)