Karma
Sue Denham writes, "I once slipped out of work two hours early without the boss noticing. In my hurry to make the most of this petty victory, I knocked myself out on the car door and spent the rest of the day semi-conscious, bowking rich brown vomit over my one and only suit."
Have you been visited by the forces of Karma, or watched it happen to other people?
Thanks to Pooflake for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:24)
Sue Denham writes, "I once slipped out of work two hours early without the boss noticing. In my hurry to make the most of this petty victory, I knocked myself out on the car door and spent the rest of the day semi-conscious, bowking rich brown vomit over my one and only suit."
Have you been visited by the forces of Karma, or watched it happen to other people?
Thanks to Pooflake for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:24)
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I choose pistols at dawn!
Well once upon a rosy summer's day as the birds chirped out their territorial war-cries, and sparse clouds slunk with silent guilt across the sky my compadres and I came over all peckish like. So it was mutually agreed, though from whom the suggestion originated is lost to the annals of history, that we should pop down t' shops. Being a teenager I decided to leave my mark on society by undertaking to achieve this ambitious venture barefoot. Twat. So I removed my socks in preparation for the voyage and we duly set off - "The Fellowship of Idiots Who Pay For Sweets In Small Change."
En Route we began to debate the potential existence of a "God," or "Gods," holding up the queue as the wealthiest of our number lost track of his pennies.
We pay and leave. Outside now, the sun beating down on this beautiful day and I prepare to deliver the final blow to religions worldwide. Richard Dawkins got nothin' on me. I declare my genius.
"Alright then 'God,' I challenge you to a duel!"
...and promptly step in dog shit.
( , Tue 26 Feb 2008, 4:22, 1 reply)
Well once upon a rosy summer's day as the birds chirped out their territorial war-cries, and sparse clouds slunk with silent guilt across the sky my compadres and I came over all peckish like. So it was mutually agreed, though from whom the suggestion originated is lost to the annals of history, that we should pop down t' shops. Being a teenager I decided to leave my mark on society by undertaking to achieve this ambitious venture barefoot. Twat. So I removed my socks in preparation for the voyage and we duly set off - "The Fellowship of Idiots Who Pay For Sweets In Small Change."
En Route we began to debate the potential existence of a "God," or "Gods," holding up the queue as the wealthiest of our number lost track of his pennies.
We pay and leave. Outside now, the sun beating down on this beautiful day and I prepare to deliver the final blow to religions worldwide. Richard Dawkins got nothin' on me. I declare my genius.
"Alright then 'God,' I challenge you to a duel!"
...and promptly step in dog shit.
( , Tue 26 Feb 2008, 4:22, 1 reply)
Haha *click*
Hilarous - nothing like the feeling of fresh dog egg between your toes...
( , Wed 27 Feb 2008, 13:49, closed)
Hilarous - nothing like the feeling of fresh dog egg between your toes...
( , Wed 27 Feb 2008, 13:49, closed)
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