Not Bitter...
One of my old school 'mates' once waved a live spider at me as we were walking along home from school, glorying in his smug, arachnophobia-free life. Being acutely frightened of them, I helplessly spasmed away with a good metre-long leap... right out into the rush-hour road.

Cars swerved narrowly, I scrambled back to the pavement with a squeal, drivers shouted rude things and my 'mate' laughed. I felt like a pair of subwoofers had been clamped over each ear, connected directly to my heart - all I could hear was a panicked thump - thump - thump.

But the idiot machismo rules of my all boys school kept me silent - I had to laugh feebly along, pretending I dint care cos, like, I was well 'ard, me. Haha, you nearly got me run over, good one Matt.


Well, since this QotW has resurrected it and I'm no longer bound by dim rules for dim school-kids, I'd like to rectify things a little and say what I was unable to express at the time: Matt Caruso, you total stupid c-nut blob of an imbecile, you spider-waving pool of septic waste; you were a cold, dead waste of your father’s sperm and I ought to have pushed you into the road right afterwards. The grease from your fat, flattened corpse would have done everyone's axels good and frankly I don't know anyone who would have missed you, ‘mate’.
(IChewCandlewax, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 14:21, 1 reply)

school days
Not bitter then?
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 17:18, closed)