When I was in high school
There was this guy who found it hilarious to take the piss out of me. I wasn't the only one (he also picked on some guy who came to our school for a while was REALLY short), but he seemed to get a particular kick out of winding me up. Whenever I saw him, he'd try and trip me up, take the mick or whatever. Needless to say he was built like a brick shithouses and had the mind to match. And like all such flaming dickheads, he had a group of goons who hung around him lapping up every word/action like he was the school's answer to Richard Pryor and Bill Hicks combined. Being a skinny nerdy type, there wasn't much I could do except keep my head down, try to avoid the hulking mongface and try to humour him. Ideas of revenge didn't even cross my mind, I was just sick to death of the moronic bastard and couldn't wait to see the back of him. And what could I do to him anyway? I weighed about 100lbs dripping wet and carrying a bag of library books, while he was over 6 feet and looked like he ate puppies for breakfast.

But one time he went too far, twisting my arm so far up my back I thought he was going to break it. I lost it and, in a blinding red mist, decked him. Thirty years later he was waxing my car. Needless to say, I had the last laugh.
(McChinaman banned, Fri 4 Feb 2011, 0:58, 3 replies)

But only
after your son came back to your teenage years in a DeLorean to give you the nerve, right?...

Nicely done, actually. *click*
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 4 Feb 2011, 2:43, closed)

MCFLY!
Nicely done, subtle enough that I almost didn't notice!
(stubbledchin, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 11:57, closed)

Very nicely done!
Had me right up to "twisting my arm".
(ladydyani, Tue 8 Feb 2011, 17:53, closed)