Going Too Far
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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We were young and foolish....or is that just sadistic.
A long time ago, we're off on one of those army cadet camps. A few of us are left to entertain ourselves for an afternoon, so we set up an escape and evasion exercise. Two lads, Rob & John do the evading, the rest of us do the catching. It was a set up to get some revenge on John for some imagined and exagerated slight. Rob was in on the joke. We caught John pretty easily since Rob had told us where they were gonna hide.
John got dragged off to an orchard, it was a pleasant spot as I remember. Birds sung, the sun shone things were all a bit relaxed, then someone got the idea of interrogating him. He didn't know anything, and there wasn't anything to know, but torture suggested itself. John, who I should explain, is and was my mate, got on the recieving end of some nasty 'lord of the flies' type behaviour. I seem to remember that heating bricks over an open fire and then dropping them from some height onto his stomach was the order of the day. After about thirty minute of this I went of for a smoke and sat the rest of it out.
They (we?) had gone too far. Oh the shame of it, I still feel bad about being in the same postcode as that. There was no lasting damage, and we're still mates, but his revenge was epic, and shall remain a secret for the time being.
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 1:17, Reply)
A long time ago, we're off on one of those army cadet camps. A few of us are left to entertain ourselves for an afternoon, so we set up an escape and evasion exercise. Two lads, Rob & John do the evading, the rest of us do the catching. It was a set up to get some revenge on John for some imagined and exagerated slight. Rob was in on the joke. We caught John pretty easily since Rob had told us where they were gonna hide.
John got dragged off to an orchard, it was a pleasant spot as I remember. Birds sung, the sun shone things were all a bit relaxed, then someone got the idea of interrogating him. He didn't know anything, and there wasn't anything to know, but torture suggested itself. John, who I should explain, is and was my mate, got on the recieving end of some nasty 'lord of the flies' type behaviour. I seem to remember that heating bricks over an open fire and then dropping them from some height onto his stomach was the order of the day. After about thirty minute of this I went of for a smoke and sat the rest of it out.
They (we?) had gone too far. Oh the shame of it, I still feel bad about being in the same postcode as that. There was no lasting damage, and we're still mates, but his revenge was epic, and shall remain a secret for the time being.
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 1:17, Reply)
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