| Report for sane man | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 2 |
| Rejected stories | 5 |
| Deleted stories | 2 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
Sandpaper covers a wider area - perfect for the facial area. After repeated "sandpaperings" you'd look like you'd had a chemical peel.
Initially conceived as a method to pick on the lame and weak, this quickly became a badge of honour, so that after a week 95% of the male school children resembled burn victims.
Initially conceived as a method to pick on the lame and weak, this quickly became a badge of honour, so that after a week 95% of the male school children resembled burn victims.
Also known as The Ring Game, and I still play it on special occasions. Like stag weekends.
I am 31, and now a Third Dan Ring Master: with age comes ring wisdom.
I am 31, and now a Third Dan Ring Master: with age comes ring wisdom.
The sobriquet awarded to a ginger kid who had spina bifida, causing him to walk in an odd, rolling shuffle, and never taking his feet more than a quarter of an inch off the floor.
Seeing him walking past our sixth-form window caused a mass outbreak of "HE'S A SOUL MAN! DA DA DA DA DA DA!" and much finger-clicking.
His brother was similarly afflicted, but had a slow-motion zero-gravity walk. He was "The Spaceman".
Seeing him walking past our sixth-form window caused a mass outbreak of "HE'S A SOUL MAN! DA DA DA DA DA DA!" and much finger-clicking.
His brother was similarly afflicted, but had a slow-motion zero-gravity walk. He was "The Spaceman".
That was me. Going round to the geek HQ at 6am with "the cool gang", in order to noisily disrupt their charity 48 hour Dungeons & Dragons marathon (naturally, they were asleep). And then turning up in the afternoon to do my stint as Dungeon Master.
God knows how I got away with it.
God knows how I got away with it.
I was told the "frog exploding" story by one Ste Harding, who had himself "blown up tons of frogs". I doubted the veracity of this tale, as this was the same Ste Harding who would sit next to me on the bus to school and regale me for 30 minutes non-stop, his excited voice cracking and wobbling, with in-depth reviews of films and or/ documentaries that he had watched on television last night. Which he had blatantly just made up. These lurid, absurd and fictional broadcasts were always on BBC2 or Channel 4, after midnight (which he knew I'd never have watched, as I went to bed much earlier than him - he was allowed up until 3am).
One of his favourites was a pornographic horror film that was a cross between Cujo, The Boys From Brazil and Debbie Does Dallas.
Lots of vicious dogs eating people. And fucking them, as well.
One of his favourites was a pornographic horror film that was a cross between Cujo, The Boys From Brazil and Debbie Does Dallas.
Lots of vicious dogs eating people. And fucking them, as well.
Who's playing.... "Cops And Robbers"?
Also "Batman & Robin", "Star Wars" (required one girl player (Leia), obviously).
Never played any of the games, although there was an abortive attempt at Star Wars, curtailed by rain.
Also "Batman & Robin", "Star Wars" (required one girl player (Leia), obviously).
Never played any of the games, although there was an abortive attempt at Star Wars, curtailed by rain.
Tinsel eaters are the same as window lickers. Just inside. And at Xmas.
You can have anal sex with a girl, you know.
Christ, these public school types.
Christ, these public school types.
I quite like the punchline but the part of the story relating to the actual subject title is a bit weak. Thoughts?
A popular theme tune sung at the top of our voices whenever our RE teacher turned away from us to write on the blackboard. Naturally, as soon as he turned around to confront us, we shut up. And so on.
He also used to show us "religious" films that he'd taped off the telly. We particularly loved the ads, and would sing along to any that had a jingle. "FADS, FADS F.A.D.S FADS!" was a particular favourite. If we talked during the film, he would punish us by threatening to fast-forward through the commercial breaks.