I responded to the poll with, nothing more than a playground scuffle.
I then remembered one incident some years ago with my best mate, which neither of us has mentioned since, and which no one else knows about.
We lived together at the time, while she was a student at uni in Bristol. I had just fallen into contracting, while she was sitting at home stoned nearly every day, doing very little. Fun times didn't last long, as she's a lazy bugger and started borrowing more and more money from me in order to try to keep up the fun times.
Eventually I had to ask her to pay me back what she owed me (I hate these situations) and she reacted rather oddly, responding with a firm 'no', and somehow implying that I was out of pocket as I was silly enough to lend her the money.
The camel's back well and truly broken, I finally saw red. I can remember that moment very clearly - I'm not proud of it.
We were both eating pot noodles at the time. I started shouting at her, and can vaguely remember advancing on her with my fork and one clear thought - I'm going to stab her in the head with this fork. We had a minor scuffle, during which tops were ripped, she ripped trackmarks in my neck with her nails, I tried (unsuccessfully) to stab her, she kicked me in the head, and I punched her in the cheek.
I never did get that money.
I then remembered one incident some years ago with my best mate, which neither of us has mentioned since, and which no one else knows about.
We lived together at the time, while she was a student at uni in Bristol. I had just fallen into contracting, while she was sitting at home stoned nearly every day, doing very little. Fun times didn't last long, as she's a lazy bugger and started borrowing more and more money from me in order to try to keep up the fun times.
Eventually I had to ask her to pay me back what she owed me (I hate these situations) and she reacted rather oddly, responding with a firm 'no', and somehow implying that I was out of pocket as I was silly enough to lend her the money.
The camel's back well and truly broken, I finally saw red. I can remember that moment very clearly - I'm not proud of it.
We were both eating pot noodles at the time. I started shouting at her, and can vaguely remember advancing on her with my fork and one clear thought - I'm going to stab her in the head with this fork. We had a minor scuffle, during which tops were ripped, she ripped trackmarks in my neck with her nails, I tried (unsuccessfully) to stab her, she kicked me in the head, and I punched her in the cheek.
I never did get that money.
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