Brown Sauce
Back when I was nothing more than a mere 7 year old I was far from being the most popular kid at school. Something about genuinely enjoying learning and wanting to do something with your life when you're at the local council estate primary gives you a license to be killed.

Council children, as you know, are evil gits. While most people don't take pranks beyond a certain level, the kids at my school would have happily killed for a Ryan Giggs football sticker and a cheap laugh (I'll save that for another QotW).

So I was the brunt of many insults. The chief source of this was a guy called Michael. He was ginger and didn't know his Daddy, so this guy was practically leaking macho insecurity on me on a daily basis. His specialism was screwing around with my lunchbox. It didn't help that we had the same lunchboxes, so he typically got away with stealing my sweets.

One day tensions were getting high. After solving a couple of Maths problems in class which had the rest of the kids rocking back and forth in their chairs I was targetted to have my food ruined for being a smartass.

Michael, in an act of youth terrorism which got him expelled for 4 weeks, decided to replace the contents of my chicken sandwiches with the toilet dregs left over from strong bout of diarrohea (wipe the bread on the bowl; use your imagination). Much giggling was had as everyone waited for me to munch a turd sandwich.

I swapped lunchboxes with Michael that day in a prank of my own, oblivious to the consequences. When the rest of the class hailed me as some sort of evil genius I was amazed at how easily impressed they were. Took me a good few weeks to realise what had happened.
(FoxyBadger (try saying it backwards), Mon 22 Sep 2008, 13:01, 1 reply)

Ha ha!
*click*
( warmfuzzies Isn't here, Mon 22 Sep 2008, 14:09, closed)