Speaking of liesWhich this whole thing is about, so it's probably good that I'm posting it here...
When I was at primary School there was this lassie who was a total bitch to everyone. She used to bully the kids in the classes below us and she really was a piece of work. Ugly as feck and a personality to match. Anyway, one day, 3 people in my class had a go at her at home-time (school words are fun!). She managed to run away, but me and my brother were at the gate. We heard her coming, screaming and all. 'get out of my effing way!!' So, me being a genlteman, grabbed her and held her while my brother proceeded to make her shins look like broken curly wurlies. After she collapsed in tears, we ran away.
On the way home, me and my brother got into a wee scuffle and I lamped him right in the arm. Massive bruise ensues.
So, back home, there's a knock at the door. This lassie is still in tears, with her mum looking like fury personified.
Me and my brother watched behind my mum as the scowly mum said 'YOUR ROTTEN KIDS DONE THIS TO MY WEE GIRL' (who by the way, was about 12 stone at the time). I instantly piped up 'He only done it because he done this to us!' My brother revealed his bruise, and I showed some old bruises and scars.
The woman apologised and on the way down the path, she hit the lassie about 5 times around the head. It looked really sore, but I couldn't stop laughing when we closed the door. She never came to school the rest of that week. Guilt would have been there had it not been for the fact she deserved it. Boot.
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When I was at primary School there was this lassie who was a total bitch to everyone. She used to bully the kids in the classes below us and she really was a piece of work. Ugly as feck and a personality to match. Anyway, one day, 3 people in my class had a go at her at home-time (school words are fun!). She managed to run away, but me and my brother were at the gate. We heard her coming, screaming and all. 'get out of my effing way!!' So, me being a genlteman, grabbed her and held her while my brother proceeded to make her shins look like broken curly wurlies. After she collapsed in tears, we ran away.
On the way home, me and my brother got into a wee scuffle and I lamped him right in the arm. Massive bruise ensues.
So, back home, there's a knock at the door. This lassie is still in tears, with her mum looking like fury personified.
Me and my brother watched behind my mum as the scowly mum said 'YOUR ROTTEN KIDS DONE THIS TO MY WEE GIRL' (who by the way, was about 12 stone at the time). I instantly piped up 'He only done it because he done this to us!' My brother revealed his bruise, and I showed some old bruises and scars.
The woman apologised and on the way down the path, she hit the lassie about 5 times around the head. It looked really sore, but I couldn't stop laughing when we closed the door. She never came to school the rest of that week. Guilt would have been there had it not been for the fact she deserved it. Boot.