Baying hate mob
"THERE HE IS!"

I was walking to the shops to pick up a copy of 2000AD - the thinking man's masturbatory aid - when I heard the cry.

"THERE HE IS - The knob who beat up my sister!"

They couldn't mean me. As the first punch sailed dangerously close to my head, I realised they did. I gave the kid with the blubbing sister a limp-wristed punch and did what any coward would do. I ran away.

Looking over my shoulder, I noticed there were no fewer that twenty teenage kids after me, baying for my blood.

I hid behind the scout hut, and later under my bed, plucking up enough courage later to find out that mobs were roaming the street all weekend looking for me.

I never even found out who the girl was, let alone the kid I punched, but the original sister-puncher must have got away scot free.

And ...er... that's the thanks I got.
( Scaryduck - twitter.com/duckorange, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 10:28, closed)