
Mr Twisty Cheeky asks: As a contrast to last week's question - Has anyone ever been evil to you, out of the blue, for no reason? Have you ever been total twuntcake against all logic?
( , Thu 16 Feb 2012, 18:49)
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This story took place in the PE changing rooms, your typical drab affair, mildewy grey tiles and the (not so) faint aroma of BO and despair. I must have been in year 9 at the time – puberty had hit various people in our class pretty much at random so we had a couple of people pushing 6 ft and others still at about 4 ft.
One class I deliberately took my time getting changed into my kit for PE to make sure I was the last one out the rooms. We all stored our clothes in little piles on benches round the room (no lockers or anything for us!) so I swapped the trousers of the shortest kid in the class with the trousers of the tallest kid in the class.
It was pretty funny at the time, and probably one of the most random evil things I’ve done. I honestly don't know why I did it, neither of the people in question had done anything to me and most of my acting out at school had some kind of reason, even if it was a dumb one. It was probably just boredom, either that or like most kids I could be a little shit sometimes.
( , Sun 19 Feb 2012, 13:44, 6 replies)

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( , Sun 19 Feb 2012, 18:54, closed)

And I crept up on a boy in my year, with the used, sweaty box. I then sprang, putting it over his mouth and nose like a gas mask, so he would have breathed in the sweaty cock fumes.
It was quite funny at the time. I was 12.
( , Sun 19 Feb 2012, 18:38, closed)

Letting him savour the acrid aroma...
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