School fights
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
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Floats like a butterfly, shits like a baby...
It’s a Wednesday afternoon and there’s a-rumbin’ in the school playground. The rumour has gone round that one of the J4 boys (that’s year 6 in new money) is a bit of an expert at Karate. A senior boy strolls over like a scene from High Noon and challenges him to a fight, mano a mano. The junior boy, let’s call him Stu (for, predictably, that was his name) refuses. The older boy challenges him again, using the time honoured method of questioning his sexuality, parentage and mother’s nocturnal habits. Again, brave Stu refuses. The older boy cracks and in a moment of madness wrestles Stu to the ground. A cry goes up… then the older boy jumps off the heap of child he’s attacked, with a look of puzzlement and disgust on his face… The unmistakable smell of shit fills the air…
Turns out Stu had been quite good at Karate, until a bowel problem had meant that he’d had to have a colostomy bag fitted, which had burst when the other lad had decked him, spilling its contents everywhere.
He was known as ‘Pooey Stuey’ from that day forth, and, as far as I know, probably still is.
Apologies for odour.
EDIT: I've just realised that he, quite literally, had the shit kicked out of him... Honk!
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:58, Reply)
It’s a Wednesday afternoon and there’s a-rumbin’ in the school playground. The rumour has gone round that one of the J4 boys (that’s year 6 in new money) is a bit of an expert at Karate. A senior boy strolls over like a scene from High Noon and challenges him to a fight, mano a mano. The junior boy, let’s call him Stu (for, predictably, that was his name) refuses. The older boy challenges him again, using the time honoured method of questioning his sexuality, parentage and mother’s nocturnal habits. Again, brave Stu refuses. The older boy cracks and in a moment of madness wrestles Stu to the ground. A cry goes up… then the older boy jumps off the heap of child he’s attacked, with a look of puzzlement and disgust on his face… The unmistakable smell of shit fills the air…
Turns out Stu had been quite good at Karate, until a bowel problem had meant that he’d had to have a colostomy bag fitted, which had burst when the other lad had decked him, spilling its contents everywhere.
He was known as ‘Pooey Stuey’ from that day forth, and, as far as I know, probably still is.
Apologies for odour.
EDIT: I've just realised that he, quite literally, had the shit kicked out of him... Honk!
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:58, Reply)
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