Payback
Got bullied for no reason I could work out by two scrotes. Said bullying included one time one of them held my arm down onto a plank they'd threatened me with while the other slowly drove a Stanley knife blade into my wrist.

When my wrist was better I skipped school and waited down the brambly path one of said scrotes used to get home. When he walked past I stepped out and hit him over the back of the head with a short length of scaffolding pole I took from a building site. When he went down I stood on the back of his neck and got to work with the pole on his right arm. He never fully regained the use of it, and probably still sets off airport metal detectors.

He didn't know for sure it was me because he never saw me, but funnily enough neither of the twunts ever hit me again.

All this happened when I was eight.

One of said scrotes got stabbed in borstal, I later heard. Good.
(SonofRojBlake, Wed 13 May 2009, 13:09, 4 replies)

Sweet jeebus!
Was your school based in some kind of fighting emporium?
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Wed 13 May 2009, 13:11, closed)

fighting emporium?
*guffaw*

hell of a story though. glad you got that fucker
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 13 May 2009, 13:40, closed)

thats really quite nasty

( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Wed 13 May 2009, 14:02, closed)

but deserved
(kitescreech still here, Wed 13 May 2009, 17:40, closed)