Big John
Damn, how many stories do I have about having "fun" with one of our house mates at school?

He was called Big John as he was a humungous sack of yank crap. About 20 stone aged 16 and had a whiny yankee voice which used to drive us square nucking futs. Think Goober Pyle in Full Metal Jacket and you're about there. Anyway, I digress.

We used to pass the time playing pranks on Fatty. These ranged from buttering the inside of his pillow so he buttered his face in the night,(he used to sleep like the dead and snore like a buzzsaw), to creeping up on him as he was snoring and beating him with a 5' metal bar. The best was when we found his fluffy kitty toy and began to abuse it. It started by drawing all over it with marker pen and tearing its limbs off. Bear in mind that this is his prized toy that his dad gave him and was his only thing from home. We realised we needed to dispose of the evidence so we held a can of (his) deordorent and spraying the whole can into it. My mate then held a lighter to it upon which several things happened near simultaneously. John opens the door and sees his kitty about to be burned. Kitty explodes and mates arm is in middle of fire ball. John screams and charges him. Mate panics and throws flaming kitty out of a third story window where it hits a passing 6th former. John beats the shit out of mate where upon we all set about him and teach him the error of his ways.


Did we go too far?

Dunno but John's life bore an eerie similarity to that of said Pyle's and I beleive from what my mates told me after I left school that the result wasn't too far off either. Didn't waste himself, yet but became VERY odd and talked to himself alot.

Oops.


Sorry for the length but it's the girth that makes their eyes water.
(71 hour Ahmed wasn't working at, Sat 11 Nov 2006, 13:11, Reply)