There was this crap lurgi kid in our secondary school Home Economics class, called Craig.
The day we made egg custards, we had to stand them on the fridge shelves overnight to set before we could take them home to our long-suffering parents.

Three of us snuck back into the Home Ec classroom at break, and while the delicious nutmeg-dusted puddings were still liquid, we submerged a half-frozen turkey sausage in Craig's. But before we did that, we injected the revolting flabby meat-cock with cheap blue washing up liquid, inserted via ingenious use of an empty biro tube. Kind of like an antibacterial poultry eclair.

Apparently, it quite spoiled his mum's birthday tea. Sorry, Mrs Craig.

(It wasn't really our fault, though - your mongy son shouldn't have got that massive yellow seagull turd all down his cheek at the bus stop in first year.)
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