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» Foot in Mouth Syndrome

in school
earlier this year (I'm 14 btw) i was in the canteen with my mates, eating lunch. after finishing i turned round to look at the health food counter (they have deserts there) just as a teacher walks right in front of my face. My mates ask me "Why are you looking up her arse", to which I reply "I was trying to see if they had any deserts up there".

Well, at least due to the fact that all the teachers were on that table and my friends laughed too loudly (they do everyday and get told off) they were asked to leave.
(Wed 21st Apr 2004, 17:55, More)

» You're a moviestar baby

Well, in the fore ground really...sort of
I was the baby in the infamous Danepak danish bacon advert. Yes, the one with the nudist family, where they move objects just in time. It's quite funny really.

They did about 50+ takes to get all the timing right. My mum shows ti to everyone.
(Fri 12th Nov 2004, 18:17, More)

» The Onosecond

Afew weeks ago
Mucking around on the school network. Open the DOS prompt through some mistake that the sys admin made.

Typed in "netsend * piss off" and showed my mate Simon. We laughed, until he pressed enter. I had just enough time to look horrified at him & say "shit! that went to everyone!" befre I hear all the computers down the corridor beeping in seires.

It went to everyone, including teachers, admin, students, guests of the school, AND a teacher that they wre interviewing for a job.

And I still go to the school - :O

Sorry for length, and lack of general text-hummus.
(Thu 26th May 2005, 16:40, More)

» Embarrassing Injuries

Never go climbing on a rotten tree
A few months ago, I wasat my great-aunts 80th. A bit boring, so I, with a few of her grand-children start climbing a big tree in her garden and playing 'war' with about any long pointed object we could find.

To stop my self from getting hit with these items, I decided to climb higher up. And no, it didn't collapse under me. An uncle came out, and told us the tree was rotten, ad that we should get down. Instead of my usual jump-onto-nearby-shed-and-slide-down routiune, I decide to climb down the ladder. My foot slips on a large step, and I land on my back, on a large root, with little children all staring at me.

Apoligies for length and rubbishness
(Sun 5th Sep 2004, 13:21, More)