Slate fight!
I have loads of these, due to growing up in the rural Midlands in a phenomenally boring town with little to do except find stupid things to try.

One that sticks in the mind most was going out in the fields to an abandoned farmhouse and throwing the bricks and slate tiles from the roof about, which escalated into a fight, which finished pretty quickly when we realised slate is really sharp and really hard. We realised this because my mate Eddie was sitting on the floor in a daze with blood pouring out of his head.

Luckily, I was better at dodging, so once we'd tied a sweatshirt around his head to stop the bleeding, I enthusiastically joined in taunting him for being soft as we walked him back to his house.

His mum was fucking livid, as was mine...
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:47, Reply)