Reminded by Clowns Pocket
As I have already mentioned, I held the title of Master Prankster in high school. Not undeserved I may add. Even if some of them were pretty lame. I digress.

In year 10 or 11 I think it was, we had design technology and the teacher was an absolute twunt and had many rumors started about him (My favorite was that he was caught jerking off behind the boys changing rooms.)

Anyways, there was a lad that annoyed the hell out of me. So me, Craig and Matty decided to lock him in the cupboard before the teacher got it. We did, and we sealed (well, tried to) the door with the industrial strength glue. Didn't work so we just lodged a stool between the handles.

Anwyays, after about 10 minutes and just before Mr. Bastow came in, he gave up on trying to get out. The lesson went on for well over half an hour until the teacher noticed there was a stool wedged in the door handle of a cupboard.

The look we got when Ryan got out was priceless.
( Hokerou, Thu 13 Dec 2007, 17:12, 1 reply)

Ha fucking ha
Cunt
( flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Thu 13 Dec 2007, 17:31, closed)