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.
( , Mon 12 Aug 2024, 15:23, Share, Reply)
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...
( , Mon 12 Aug 2024, 16:45, Share, Reply)
raps...the playground is a harsh place...
( , Mon 12 Aug 2024, 16:45, Share, Reply)
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.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2024, 7:22, Share, Reply)
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.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2024, 7:22, Share, Reply)