You lucky lucky bastard!
Ohhhh how I used to dream of havin' a nice fresh cowpat full on in the face. used to be 439 of us to a class with nothing but the headmasters razor blades to sit on, used to have a handful of gravel for lunch followed by a swim in an active volcano. Those were the days.
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skeltonator Needs some new daps., Thu 10 May 2012, 23:45,
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A swim in an active volcano?
Luxury! Every morning at registration the teacher would rip out our fingernails and dip our hands in vinegar. then we would have to write a 4000 word essay on the inside of a ping pong ball, and if you didn't finish in time you'd be buggered by the school camel!
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