Falling to the wet earth in pain
clutching his ankle, my mate Paul swore he'd ruptured something. There was no one anywhere near him to put in a tackle, the big bag of shite just went down and did his dying swan routine. After jogging over and giving him a playful tap on the foot with my studs I realised he wasn't actually faking it.

"AAaaoooowwwwwwWWWWWeeeeeiiiIIIieeeeee !!!" Paul went as white as Michael Jackson after a flour fight as the footie game continued round us. "Think I've ruptured summit !!!" Looking back Paul had probably done in his posterior ligament (easily done without any physical contact, just have to put your foot down at an odd angle).

But that's not what he told the PE teacher. By the time Mr Butler had stopped the game and lumbered his fat bearded carcass over to us, I'd already filled Paul in on what his injury probably was. And the cunt only went and fucking beleived me.

So, as a crowd of milling teenage boys gathered round my sticken mate, rain pouring down, Paul declared between clenched teeth:

"Sir, I think I've ruptured my hymen."

The origin of nicknames is pretty random; for the rest of our time at Northampton School for Boys my mate Paul was known as Paula by the rest of the fellas on the footie team.
( SpankyHanky, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 1:25, 3 replies)

"as white as Michael Jackson after a flour fight"
Ha-ha-ha-click!
(SonoraAeroClub "OH SWEET HELEN OF BALLS!", Fri 20 Nov 2009, 8:30, closed)

Ruptured Hymen
You bastard! *


Fucking champion :D
( LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 9:05, closed)

Think I may have just pissed myself
reading this.
(Pot Head, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 9:51, closed)