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» Your Weirdest Teacher
The 5th Tellytubby
Not weird teacher, weird moment involving a teacher. Did you see what I did there…?
I would like to take this opportunity to inform the masses of one teacher I had, my primary 4 teacher. She gave me a detention in that year. The first term no less. I harboured my hatred for that women till the age of 20/21. I knew where she lived. I popped over to her house one frightfully cold evening, positioned myself on the bonnet of her large White car, and took what can only be described as the most energetic shite I have ever had the pleasure of pushing out my body. It was a very difficult negotiation.
After calmly cleaning myself up, and placing the tissue over George (so proud, I named my shit), my now crying with laughter entourage and I went for a few beers, ensuring George would freeze to the car, then went back and rang the door bell. Long enough to piss off the old Cnut, get her out of bed and down the stairs.
I don’t particularly enjoy seeing grown women cry, howl, and fall to there knee’s from a distance. I might add though, I did laugh so hard, a small bit of wee popped out.
(Wed 16th Nov 2005, 11:42, More)
The 5th Tellytubby
Not weird teacher, weird moment involving a teacher. Did you see what I did there…?
I would like to take this opportunity to inform the masses of one teacher I had, my primary 4 teacher. She gave me a detention in that year. The first term no less. I harboured my hatred for that women till the age of 20/21. I knew where she lived. I popped over to her house one frightfully cold evening, positioned myself on the bonnet of her large White car, and took what can only be described as the most energetic shite I have ever had the pleasure of pushing out my body. It was a very difficult negotiation.
After calmly cleaning myself up, and placing the tissue over George (so proud, I named my shit), my now crying with laughter entourage and I went for a few beers, ensuring George would freeze to the car, then went back and rang the door bell. Long enough to piss off the old Cnut, get her out of bed and down the stairs.
I don’t particularly enjoy seeing grown women cry, howl, and fall to there knee’s from a distance. I might add though, I did laugh so hard, a small bit of wee popped out.
(Wed 16th Nov 2005, 11:42, More)
» My first love
Those were the days
She went by many an alias. Dolly Princess was my favourite. I was four. She never left my side. I drew a face on the back of her head. I do acknowledge that she taught me all I know now when undressing the ladies. She lives in the cupboard now.
I’m so lonely sometimes.
(Tue 25th Oct 2005, 11:13, More)
Those were the days
She went by many an alias. Dolly Princess was my favourite. I was four. She never left my side. I drew a face on the back of her head. I do acknowledge that she taught me all I know now when undressing the ladies. She lives in the cupboard now.
I’m so lonely sometimes.
(Tue 25th Oct 2005, 11:13, More)