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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post-traumatic stress disorder
I spent years at school getting stick from a kid called Richard Hughes, a sarcastic little shit of the highest order. He was mates with the rather low-level bullying crowd in our year, and if it were allowable to give him any credit for his actions, I should mention a dream I had about him some time after I left school.
I was in the classroom waiting for the teacher to arrive, and he's just pointing and laughing. i ignore him as usual, but he keeps on taking the piss, as usual. A thought comes into my mind, and i reach under my blazer to find a handgun in my inside pocket. just the job. I draw, aim (it's a browning GP35, i realise. Good choice) and fire two shots into his chest from around six feet away.
he just laughs, and says "oh, come on, what did you do that for?" as if I'd completely overreacted and couldn't see the joke.
I woke up at that point, very annoyed. I must concede that actually double-tapping a school nuisance may be an overreaction, but the sarcastic reply after I'd done it, combined with the complete and inexplicable lack of death, were so completely, unmistakeably in character for the wee cunt. Great way to make an impression on someone, eh.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 22:47, Reply)
I spent years at school getting stick from a kid called Richard Hughes, a sarcastic little shit of the highest order. He was mates with the rather low-level bullying crowd in our year, and if it were allowable to give him any credit for his actions, I should mention a dream I had about him some time after I left school.
I was in the classroom waiting for the teacher to arrive, and he's just pointing and laughing. i ignore him as usual, but he keeps on taking the piss, as usual. A thought comes into my mind, and i reach under my blazer to find a handgun in my inside pocket. just the job. I draw, aim (it's a browning GP35, i realise. Good choice) and fire two shots into his chest from around six feet away.
he just laughs, and says "oh, come on, what did you do that for?" as if I'd completely overreacted and couldn't see the joke.
I woke up at that point, very annoyed. I must concede that actually double-tapping a school nuisance may be an overreaction, but the sarcastic reply after I'd done it, combined with the complete and inexplicable lack of death, were so completely, unmistakeably in character for the wee cunt. Great way to make an impression on someone, eh.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 22:47, Reply)
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