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Another way of showing that you thought someone was telling fibs was to yell ITCHY BEARD and frantically rub your chin as though it was unbearably itchy. Also made more amusing by the fact that when headlice were doing the rounds one year we had a teacher with a beard who got them and couldn't stop scratching his chin, cue hurt look and wails of 'but it's true sir!' much to his bewilderment!!
we all know how shite this one is... it's mine... all mine...
We also had only one black kid in my school, it being a tiny village primary school. This kid had been adopted from some tribe by his white missionary parents (yes it still happens!) and so was in fact the only black person in the village. It took the teacher ages to persuade him not to strip completely naked for P.E., but we were just fascinated by his hair which felt very strange to us. We all used to gather round to stroke his head at playtime. Saw him a couple of years ago and he's now about 7 feet tall and I can't reach to rub his head any more, just as well as he'd probably deck me now!!
To make friends the forefingers should be linked and shaken, to break friends the little fingers should be used. If you're breaking friends and you really mean it, simple twist your hand during the ceremony and dislocate their finger.
That'll teach them to use your protractor without asking.
That'll teach them to use your protractor without asking.
Had two girls at my school (sisters) who were jehovahs. We thought they were really luckly cos they didn't go to assembly and got to sit and draw or whatever while we learnt about god and stuff. Not so lucky now as the younger one died after being squashed against a wall by the school bus. She would have lived if she could have had a blood transfusion. Bastards.