Smile and hand her your entire lunch. You decide the past must be left in the past. You feel great that you were able to show her the kindness she never showed, plus you were not that hungry anyway.
Sit right next to her so she can smell the aroma of your delicious lunch and get a great view of you savoring every morsel of it, especially while you remind her of her past deeds by retelling every bullying event she put you through.
Decide to give her 1/3 of your lunch. You can't sit and watch her go hungry, but you have not forgotten about her pulling your hair. You chuckle because karma is awesome.
Oh Hell No! You quickly walk away, pretending you don't hear him calling after you.
You nicely strike up a conversation and realize that he is a very nice guy, so you agree to dance with him.
You realize that you both have a lot in common, but you agree to dance with him only if he buys you a few drinks first. You will need as many as you can get to get past that face.
You take the report, type it up, and hand it in with your resignation. You cannot handle him yelling at you like that!
You apologize for the mistake and any inconvenience you caused from making that mistake. You redo the report and hand it to him with a nice cup of coffee that you sweetened up with a little saliva and a few drops of over the counter laxatives.
You smile and take the report and reassure him that the report will be on his desk by the end of the day.
You let her keep them since obviously she really likes them and you have recently decided a different pair is your new favorite. Why ruin a friendship over shades?
Yank the shades off her head and blast her as a lying thief on Facebook!
Let her keep them, but decide when you borrow her favorite item you will also "lose it". Now you will be even and no friendship is truly lost.
Nothing. Everyone and everything must poop. There is a book about it.
Wait until it finishes and go confront your neighbor to tell them to make sure their dog never comes into your yard to poop again.
You do nothing….AT FIRST. But when the dog finishes you go pick it up and put it in a brown paper bag, set it on fire and put it on your neighbor’s doorstep. You laugh to yourself as you punch the doorbell.
Priceless, and waiting for your lips.
Your ticket into the life of luxury
A burning sensation that feels worse than a venereal disease
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