Primary School
and the area I was living in I was bullied mercilessly as I was a weedy, thoughtful, bookish type (and admittedlya little precoscious) but my life was made a misery for the majority of my pre pubescent years at school and evenings and weekends in the local parks by a bunch of ignorant fuckers that didn't really know any better, their leader a fat slug called Gary.....I moved to secondary school outside of the area, made new friends and never really thought about it until one day I found myself playing in the front row against a team containing the fat turd. I was 17 by then, a super fit brick shithouse and took great delight in stamping on his turdy little malnourished head at every available opportunity for the next eighty minutes....cunt.
(Oil Slick, Sun 17 May 2009, 1:37, 3 replies)

Err

I don't think you're allowed to call yourself precocious if your can't spell it. I think it's an actual rule.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Sun 17 May 2009, 8:06, closed)

I plead the 'just got in from the boozer three sheets to the wind'
defence your honour.
(Oil Slick, Sun 17 May 2009, 13:41, closed)

Fair Point

( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Sun 17 May 2009, 13:59, closed)