My Arch-nemesis
I 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
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
I 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
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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It's like that all down my road
I think they've nothing better to do than twitch the curtains, moaning about life outside their twee piss-smelling houses.
Life's short enough, but when you're in your 80's you think they'd have realized by now.
( , Fri 30 Apr 2010, 14:01, Reply)
I think they've nothing better to do than twitch the curtains, moaning about life outside their twee piss-smelling houses.
Life's short enough, but when you're in your 80's you think they'd have realized by now.
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