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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kicking alex o up the arse
in year 7, there was a chubby boy who, for the purposes of this post I shall call 'alex' (because that is indeed his name).
He was a 'townie' before townies became known as chavs.
anyway he was irritating and had a gold nike earring, he would also occasionally hassle me.
In the playground one autumn day his mates were playing around with him, doing the whole play fighting business- one of them had him in a head lock. His arse was pointed straight at me. How could I resist?
I delivered a great, almighty boot to the afore mentioned gluteous. It felt good. I was usually such a quiet girl- but anger at my oppression had been slowly festering and accumulating within me. Next thing I knew he was bright red in the face and in tears screaming "WHO DID THAT! WHO BOOTED ME UP THE ARSE?!"
Seeing his rage I felt a little nervous. I stood there and said nothing, knowing that a huge crowd of his mates had witnessed me doing the deed. But, luckily for me, the girl who fancied him was an attention whore, and loved nothing more than being chased by boys so she said she did it. I actually felt quite miffed that, having just revealed my true nature to the class, someone else was taking the credit. He then beat the shit out of her.
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 13:08, Reply)
in year 7, there was a chubby boy who, for the purposes of this post I shall call 'alex' (because that is indeed his name).
He was a 'townie' before townies became known as chavs.
anyway he was irritating and had a gold nike earring, he would also occasionally hassle me.
In the playground one autumn day his mates were playing around with him, doing the whole play fighting business- one of them had him in a head lock. His arse was pointed straight at me. How could I resist?
I delivered a great, almighty boot to the afore mentioned gluteous. It felt good. I was usually such a quiet girl- but anger at my oppression had been slowly festering and accumulating within me. Next thing I knew he was bright red in the face and in tears screaming "WHO DID THAT! WHO BOOTED ME UP THE ARSE?!"
Seeing his rage I felt a little nervous. I stood there and said nothing, knowing that a huge crowd of his mates had witnessed me doing the deed. But, luckily for me, the girl who fancied him was an attention whore, and loved nothing more than being chased by boys so she said she did it. I actually felt quite miffed that, having just revealed my true nature to the class, someone else was taking the credit. He then beat the shit out of her.
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 13:08, Reply)
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