I was the class twat at school.
As such, I'd accept just about any bet, for the prize of a chocolate bar. Marathon being the fave, until they changed the name to Snickers. WTF was that all about.
Some embarrassing ones.
Pouring lighter fuel over my hand, setting it alight and putting my hand up to ask an intelligent - ha - question. Trouble is, this is only "safe" for a few seconds, then it burns you. I dunno, ask a physics person. Mr Smaller's face was a picture though. Detention.
Going up to Mr Hopkins, standing on one leg, pointing at him and saying "Ha, small cock." Cane.
Miss can't remember har name was the French teacher, who was up the duff. One of the girls ran a lottery, as to what she was having, boy or girl. Soppy cow. I wrote "abortion," and reduced her to tears. Not nice.
I always got my nutty chocolate goodness though.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Tue 12 May 2009, 9:35, Reply)