Way back when I wor but knee-high to a grass'opper,
I sometimes used to play outside with a lad who lived a few doors up and went to a different school. Generally, he was OK - but often, he'd deliberately try to annoy the shit out of me and run away. As I was bigger and taller, I always managed to catch up with him and push him over, causing him to burst into tears and run back to his mum, and me to hurriedly go back home shitting myself in fear of parental retribution (which never came.)

A year or two later, I started secondary school and was in the same form as some folk from his school. Apparently, my name was already known to them, because this kid told them about the above... except in his version, he kicked my arse every time.

The moral of the story is: if you're a fat annoying little shit, chances are nobody likes you anyway and making up stories about your pugilistic skills is not going to help.
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 13 May 2009, 17:33, 2 replies)

Careful woodside
This is borderline.
( WormuIus, Wed 13 May 2009, 17:37, closed)

borderline what?

( Wildheart Baby. Drunken Mess In A Good Way, Wed 13 May 2009, 18:02, closed)