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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Fire extinguisher + small room = revenge
Many years ago I was a student at a Catholic boys school, renowned worldwide for Mass Testosterone Buildup and Random Acts of Violence.
Art class was in progress, when Steven, a twat of the highest order, thought it would be a good idea to stab me in the arm with an indian ink pen. I still have the involuntary tattoo.
Several minutes later, twat of the highest order entered the art supplies room, possibly to refresh his ink weapon.
Locking the door from the outside was easy. Discovering a small hole in the wall took but a few seconds. Grabbing the fire extinguisher off the wall and filling the aforementioned small room with noxious, choking gas (and listening to the resulting screaming coughing fit) was priceless.
Steven 0, Mingus 1.
( , Mon 13 Mar 2006, 6:39, Reply)
Many years ago I was a student at a Catholic boys school, renowned worldwide for Mass Testosterone Buildup and Random Acts of Violence.
Art class was in progress, when Steven, a twat of the highest order, thought it would be a good idea to stab me in the arm with an indian ink pen. I still have the involuntary tattoo.
Several minutes later, twat of the highest order entered the art supplies room, possibly to refresh his ink weapon.
Locking the door from the outside was easy. Discovering a small hole in the wall took but a few seconds. Grabbing the fire extinguisher off the wall and filling the aforementioned small room with noxious, choking gas (and listening to the resulting screaming coughing fit) was priceless.
Steven 0, Mingus 1.
( , Mon 13 Mar 2006, 6:39, Reply)
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