A lie of omission is still a lie, and this one's a cracker.When I was in Primary 6 (1984) we were running about like the idiots ten year olds are playing base tig (or tag, whatever you englishers call it) The base, wherein you could not be het (or made 'it', see above) was the school bogs. I was the het man (see abo..you get the picture) and was chasing one of my classmates who was running full pelt straight for the bog door. If I could get him just before we reached the door I could sneak into the bogs and be safe. A perfect plan, only foiled by him suddenly spinning away from the toilet door at the last second in a kind of 'Platoon' NOOoooooo motion. I was running too fast to stop and ploughed into the door, which if I've not mentioned before had one of those metal closing devices with the two strips of metal to keep the door shut and a window above it. Unfortunately my best friend was up on someone's shoulders looking through this window at the time and as I barged through the door the metal closing mechanism neatly sliced the top of his finger off. Shock instantly overcame him and the last person he recalled seeing was the person I was chasing. Needless to say this person got the blame and has had to carry the burden all these years.
I owned up about six months ago in a fit of hideous remorse. Actually that last bit's not true. I had cleaned him out at poker and said, 'Oh and by the way, I took the top of your finger too.'
(I owned up about six months ago in a fit of hideous remorse. Actually that last bit's not true. I had cleaned him out at poker and said, 'Oh and by the way, I took the top of your finger too.'
Bingowings 2011 Businessman of the Year (Watford Branch),
Tue 25 Nov 2003, 12:04,
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round of applause for that mangive him a big hand
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VampireMonkeyOnSpeed a super sexy sexual sex terrorist sex,
Tue 25 Nov 2003, 13:54,
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