That reminded me of a thing at my school
Where kids would prove themselves by seeing how many times they could handle a sheet of coarse sandpaper being rubbed up and down their forearm. Proves about as much as staring at the back of a plane seat, and is a lot cheaper.
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tarka_dall Like normal dall, only a bit more spicy, Mon 12 Aug 2024, 13:25,
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I don't mind staring out the window with my own thoughts
nothing to boast about, though. It's pretty much what every fucking kid had to do on interstate holidays in australia, Driving from Melbourne to Perth is 4 full days, and a lot of the scenery is like a shit video game that ran out of budget. An empty flat treeless brown plain
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cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Mon 12 Aug 2024, 14:17,
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Funny you should say that,
it reminds me of school when a bunch of boys had scabs on the back of their hands because they'd scratched them with their fingernails until they bled. This was to prove that they weren't a jessie. I did not do this, and I didn't care if that made me a jessie.
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Ah, chicken scratches and
raps...the playground is a harsh place...
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Happosai _,,,,_(O ; o)_,,,, Mon 12 Aug 2024, 16:45,
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Our Primary School tradition was 'Postie'.
The School's sign was situated on two 3 inch metal posts just inside the playground boundary. The bigger boys would grab their victim, give them a pair of dead legs and then pick them up, an arm and a leg each, and run them spread eagled into one of the posts. Fucking brutal in retrospect.
Inner-city Catholic school, go figure.
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