Sixth formers
I once witnessed a very large, trenchcoat wearing sixth former from another school, whom we shall call G, yank the RnB blasting phone from the hands of a swearing Year 8, whom we shall call D, snap it in half at the hinge, then throw it out the window. Threats of a knifing at the hand of an apocryphal big brother were met with a genuine look of excitement and attempts to organise the thing more officially.

Shaken and now perplexed, D went along with it. They were to meet in a cul de sac in an extremely rough part of town after school.

The next day, D wasn't on the bus. It turned out G had turned up unarmed, except for the 2 police cars filled with serious men in stab vests hidden around the corner. This became 3 cars, then one of those vans you see on a Saturday night, because D had apparently enlisted his entire estate to help him out, and they were all carrying a knife, some drugs, or both.

G went on to nail my sister, and I couldn't have been happier.
(a gun that fires other, smaller guns full of jizz, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 0:37, 3 replies)

great
success

*click
(MortgageSouldrop bent as a fiver, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 0:45, closed)

What in heaven's name
are you on about?
( Ghoti Fingers, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 1:06, closed)

this tale reeks
of awesomeness.
(RVD420 has his world coming down on, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 16:48, closed)