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Just a quick reminder before today's lesson, kids:
Angelica does NOT, under ANY circumstances, AT ALL, rhyme with "fannylicker".
Case Study: #257
Heriot Watt University, Robin Smith Halls, G30.
aka: Lornas Room.
I'm sitting there, on the bed, speaking away to Lorna and her friend Angelica. The conversation's lulled a bit, so to inject a bit of humour, I say the now immortal...
"Angelica... you know what rhymes with your name?"
"What?"
"Fannylicker!"
After a small bout of "LOL"ing at my immaturity, and a wee bit of "ROFL"ing at the fact it was a crap rhyme, I said it again. And again. Because, you understand, I was bored, and trying to amuse myself. I didn't, however, account for the reaction it may finally gain. What. A. Reaction.
She dived on me, and started trying to claw my eyes out! Of course, I reacted fairly quickly, spun her round, and held her up in the air using my arms and legs. It wasn't enough. She started clawing at my forearms, and almost bit a chunk out of my right arm, so I let go, and she stood up. I thought it was over.
Far from it: She hauled me up (an impressive feat, considering I'm quite strong, and reasonably heavy!), and tried to lift me off the ground and bodyslam me into the wardrobe!
"Fuck this", thought I.
"Fuck YOU" screamed she.
After she gave up trying to throw me into the air, she settled... for punching me in the face! She kept ploughing into my head, and caught me in the left ear at one point. I was blocking the punches with my forearms (which probably caused her a fair bit of soreness the next day or so...), but she seemed to be hellbent on destroying me. I was incredibly surprised, looking back, that I hadn't kickedtheshitoutofher!
Finally, she calmed down, and I lay back down on the bed. Now, this was the exact moment I understood the phrase "Calm before the Storm."
She was sat opposite me on a chair, and I was half-lying down, relaxing on the bed. All of a sudden, without anyfuckingwarningwhatsoever, she picked up a glass and launched it at my face!
I swear to God, if my reactions were any slower, I would've ended up in A & E, with the nurses and kindly doctors taking shards of glass out of my face, instead of me ending up with just a sore knee, which had a fairly deep cut in it. Luckily, the glass didn't break!
This, people, is why no-one should evereverever tell a girl named Angelica that her name rhymes with "fannylicker"!!!
Angelica does NOT, under ANY circumstances, AT ALL, rhyme with "fannylicker".
Case Study: #257
Heriot Watt University, Robin Smith Halls, G30.
aka: Lornas Room.
I'm sitting there, on the bed, speaking away to Lorna and her friend Angelica. The conversation's lulled a bit, so to inject a bit of humour, I say the now immortal...
"Angelica... you know what rhymes with your name?"
"What?"
"Fannylicker!"
After a small bout of "LOL"ing at my immaturity, and a wee bit of "ROFL"ing at the fact it was a crap rhyme, I said it again. And again. Because, you understand, I was bored, and trying to amuse myself. I didn't, however, account for the reaction it may finally gain. What. A. Reaction.
She dived on me, and started trying to claw my eyes out! Of course, I reacted fairly quickly, spun her round, and held her up in the air using my arms and legs. It wasn't enough. She started clawing at my forearms, and almost bit a chunk out of my right arm, so I let go, and she stood up. I thought it was over.
Far from it: She hauled me up (an impressive feat, considering I'm quite strong, and reasonably heavy!), and tried to lift me off the ground and bodyslam me into the wardrobe!
"Fuck this", thought I.
"Fuck YOU" screamed she.
After she gave up trying to throw me into the air, she settled... for punching me in the face! She kept ploughing into my head, and caught me in the left ear at one point. I was blocking the punches with my forearms (which probably caused her a fair bit of soreness the next day or so...), but she seemed to be hellbent on destroying me. I was incredibly surprised, looking back, that I hadn't kickedtheshitoutofher!
Finally, she calmed down, and I lay back down on the bed. Now, this was the exact moment I understood the phrase "Calm before the Storm."
She was sat opposite me on a chair, and I was half-lying down, relaxing on the bed. All of a sudden, without anyfuckingwarningwhatsoever, she picked up a glass and launched it at my face!
I swear to God, if my reactions were any slower, I would've ended up in A & E, with the nurses and kindly doctors taking shards of glass out of my face, instead of me ending up with just a sore knee, which had a fairly deep cut in it. Luckily, the glass didn't break!
This, people, is why no-one should evereverever tell a girl named Angelica that her name rhymes with "fannylicker"!!!
posted by SuperRoo at 13:22
2 Comments:
I've heard this story. There are numerous spelling errors. Sort. It. Out.
To be honest, if I seen anyone pull that shit on anyone else, I'd knock them the fuck out. A glass? Someone is an attention seeker.
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