Things we do to fit in
"When I was fifteen," writes No3L, "I curled up in a Budgens trolley while someone pushed it through the supermarket doors to nick vodka and Benny Hedgehogs, just to hang out with my brother and his mates."
What have you done to fit in?
( , Thu 15 Jan 2009, 12:30)
"When I was fifteen," writes No3L, "I curled up in a Budgens trolley while someone pushed it through the supermarket doors to nick vodka and Benny Hedgehogs, just to hang out with my brother and his mates."
What have you done to fit in?
( , Thu 15 Jan 2009, 12:30)
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Basic Class C Bullying
There was this guy at school in Year 7 (first grade of high school) nicknamed the Bearfly (not a term of endearment) that was bullied to within an inch of his life (hopefully not literally). I was never one of the cool cats at school but not a 'tard like a few folks so generally just hung around with said cool cats at lunch times etc.
One lunch time we were all just following Bearfly around hurling abuse at him, mostly in relation to his welsh-sounding accent even though he was from Worksop (Weeeeeerksop). Anyways he managed to lose us all somehow by hiding and after much looking it was myself who spotted him down some alleyway. He gave me the customary finger to lips thingy to suggest I don't tell the cool cats. I thought about for a second and then in a grandiose WW1 style 'over the top' movement I waved them all over and the torment continued.
I will regret this for the rest of my days.
There was a song about the Bearfly involving hairy moles and such like but it thankfully evades me at this moment.
( , Thu 15 Jan 2009, 13:00, Reply)
There was this guy at school in Year 7 (first grade of high school) nicknamed the Bearfly (not a term of endearment) that was bullied to within an inch of his life (hopefully not literally). I was never one of the cool cats at school but not a 'tard like a few folks so generally just hung around with said cool cats at lunch times etc.
One lunch time we were all just following Bearfly around hurling abuse at him, mostly in relation to his welsh-sounding accent even though he was from Worksop (Weeeeeerksop). Anyways he managed to lose us all somehow by hiding and after much looking it was myself who spotted him down some alleyway. He gave me the customary finger to lips thingy to suggest I don't tell the cool cats. I thought about for a second and then in a grandiose WW1 style 'over the top' movement I waved them all over and the torment continued.
I will regret this for the rest of my days.
There was a song about the Bearfly involving hairy moles and such like but it thankfully evades me at this moment.
( , Thu 15 Jan 2009, 13:00, Reply)
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