| Report for Pierre French | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 2 |
| Pending stories | 2 |
| Rejected stories (hidden) | 1 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 2 |
| Summary | Could Try Harder |
One day, I was walking down a corridor near a bathroom, and through the door seeped the telltale reek of a big shit. The smell had one peculiar property; it smelt of vinegar. And that's when I thought of the funniest thing I ever thought. I was going to burst through the bathroom door, and scream 'WHO HAS JUST DONE A GREAT BIG VINEGARY SHIT?'.
Putting my plan into action, I burst dramatically through the door, saw a couple of big Year 12s washing their hands, apologised and left.
Excellent work, Pierre. Have you had the comedic high point of your life unjustly robbed from you? Tell us how funny you really are, even though nobody knows it!
Putting my plan into action, I burst dramatically through the door, saw a couple of big Year 12s washing their hands, apologised and left.
Excellent work, Pierre. Have you had the comedic high point of your life unjustly robbed from you? Tell us how funny you really are, even though nobody knows it!
We had a boy at primary school called Martin. He was unusual in that he looked like a barrel with a mole's head with really short black hair, and STANK of SHIT. Most of the class decided he shat and pissed himself every morning before school so he would get more attention... stinky fat bugger
In english class not one month ago, we were watching the video of "Of Mice and Men". Towards the end just before Lenny gets shot all the girls were teary eyed...the class was silent...expectant...after the conversation George draws his gun and shoots Lenny in the head and I see some of the girls in the class going all weepy-faced. And then,before lenny's body has even hit the ground, Stephed shouted
"Unlucky, mate!"
Stephen was a major target for the girls frosty glares for weeks afterwards
"Unlucky, mate!"
Stephen was a major target for the girls frosty glares for weeks afterwards
In the last year of primary school we all went to an adventure camp, and there was much japery in the dorm. In my absence, two of my mates urinated onto my pillow from the top of the neighbouring bunk. It had dried by the time I put my head down to sleep, and I tried to convince myself that the smell was wafting up from beneath my duvet, but you can tell the smell of your own piss, and I had a pretty good idea of who the culprits were. Needless to say I didn't speak to them for the rest of the holiday.