| Report for Jelly Tot | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 3 |
| Pending stories | 2 |
| Rejected stories (hidden) | 1 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 8 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
Perhaps the closest schools have ever got to convincing children that anything school-related is cool. After a number of predictive mistakes, the word "book" has temporarily replaced "cool". Anything met with appreciation - for a short time, I suspect - is now completely "book".
The temptation to include a Metro-style feature of "predictive text ambiguities I have noticed" is so strong, that it can only be a terrible idea. So I won't. Log "I damaged your ex"
The temptation to include a Metro-style feature of "predictive text ambiguities I have noticed" is so strong, that it can only be a terrible idea. So I won't. Log "I damaged your ex"
My mum worked as an invigilator and she told me about an immense game that she and her fellow invigilators play called "Exam Battleships". The same rules as normal Battleships apply and the rows of pupils in front are the sea where the battleships could be located. The invigilator then has to locate the battleships and shows where he/she is guessing by hitting the back of the pupil's chair or placing a hand on their desk. My mum said this and other such games was the only way to actually pass the boredom of invigilating an exam.
Our song went:
Emilia Mason chundered in the basin,
What colour was her puke?
The person you landed on would say a colour, such as red. You would spell out R-E-D, and the person who got the D was out and therefore not it. Emilia was a girl in my class who as far as I know never actually puked in a basin, but we didn't let that get in the way of a satisfying rhyme.
Emilia Mason chundered in the basin,
What colour was her puke?
The person you landed on would say a colour, such as red. You would spell out R-E-D, and the person who got the D was out and therefore not it. Emilia was a girl in my class who as far as I know never actually puked in a basin, but we didn't let that get in the way of a satisfying rhyme.
The reverse of the Silent But Deadly was the 'D.B.S' (Dangerous Bottom Syndrome), where the farter tried to make his guff more stealthy by tightly squeezing his bumcheeks together.
However, this often only resulted in a high pitched squeaker or the farter shitting their pants.
However, this often only resulted in a high pitched squeaker or the farter shitting their pants.
Run away with me Joanna you shitmonster.
Like regular it but beats it by a bl*ody mile. When you're on and you it someone they have to join on to you by linking arms, cue much falling over and you dragging people along the playground floor while you try in desperation to it someone with some heavy tosser weighing you down.