Not quite Anonymous
Back when I was a young ‘un at school spending my days being commanded by bells and teachers, Valentines Day was a big deal. Your popularity depended on you receiving a vast amount of cards, whether you wanted it to or not. The only escape from ridicule would be if you were already in a relationship, then you were excluded from the horror of the ‘card count’… well, so long as whoever you were with conformed and brought you one!

Anyhoo, one of my friends was highly panicked the day before V day because the previous year she didn’t get any cards. For some reason peoples stupid opinions mattered to her and she was afraid the same thing would happen two years in a row. Seeing how upset she was I decided to make sure she had at least one card to open so ran out to buy her one after school. On my way to the shops I bumped into a mate who confessed that he was going to buy a card for her as well. I got really excited and left him to pick up a card. Now even though I knew she was guaranteed a card I still followed through with my plan because I figured two cards would make her even more happier, so I brought the card, disguised my handwriting and popped it in her locker early on V day.

Sauntering into the classroom she casually dropped her cards on the desk then jumped around clapping. ‘I’ve got two’ she screeched and tore at the cards manically. The first card was from my mate Simon and he had signed his card with an S (oooh mysterious). The guessing game began as she searched her brain for all the names of boys in our year with a first name starting with an S. Giggling away she opened the second card (from me) and paused to read the message I had written. ‘What’s this all about’ she cried, bringing me out of my good-deed haze. ‘Who’s that?’. Right. Now at this point I should explain, whilst writing out the card I had toyed with leaving the signature blank to keep her guessing but on a whim decided to sign it 'From Anonymous'… only problem was she didn’t know what anonymous actually mean so spent the rest of the day frantically trying to find someone in the school with the first name Anonymous… she thought he might have been Greek… erm… yeah…

I did confess at the end of the day and I would have explained sooner, but frankly I was killing myself with laughter about the whole thing… Oh I guess I am evil. Shit.
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 15 Jan 2010, 16:37, 8 replies)

Good Lord, what a simpleton.
Did you go to a *cough* 'special' school?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 15 Jan 2010, 16:53, closed)

Nope I went to a school in Cambridgeshire
That's sort of like a 'special school'... except all the schools are 'special'.
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 15 Jan 2010, 16:59, closed)

I understand
that games of 'this little piggy went to market' go on slightly longer in that part of the world than in most places....
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 15 Jan 2010, 17:04, closed)

There are no piggys
only webbed bits. :(
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 15 Jan 2010, 17:07, closed)

I've met you so you get a click,
I can't be arsed to read it though.
(PsychoChomp, Fri 15 Jan 2010, 17:02, closed)

Hahaha
You are an arseface sometimes.

Read it, its full of boobs and swears - TRUEFACTS.
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 15 Jan 2010, 17:04, closed)

I read it, you lied to me... on /qotw of all places.

(PsychoChomp, Fri 15 Jan 2010, 18:08, closed)

Haha
You fool!
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Sat 16 Jan 2010, 2:07, closed)