Just thought of one...


So there I was lying in bed being rudely awoken by my alarm clock, I get up have a shower and get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast.

When I get downstairs I say morning to my parents and eat the delicious breakfast my mother has made for me, say thanks and bid them goodbye.

I go out to the shed and get my bike out, saddle up and start on the 4 mile ride to school.

I used to enjoy the ride as I live in the countryside so you got to see all manner of wildlife (I'm into that sort of shit).

Anyway I digress, so there I am cycling along whistling away to myself when I get to the village that the school is situated in (Weaverham if you care) Cycle up Lime Avenue to the school gates....
and they're shut??? Strange, it's 8:40am, so someone should be here.

And then it dawned on me, there was nobody about because it was fucking Saturday!

By bloody parents had watched me go to school on a fucking Saturday!

8 fucking mile round trip!

I was pissed! (off)

I cycled back hone faster than I've ever gone before, I got to the driveway and cycled down it (We lived in a farmhouse) turned the corner and saw my Mother, Father and Sister stood on the doorstep laughing their heads off, Bastards!

I stormed in and refused to come out for the rest of the weekend.


They'd even gone to the trouble of ringing a neighbour (half a mile down the road) to get them to keep an eye out for me returning so they could be on the doorstep on my return and take the piss.

Cnuts!




(Kip, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 11:33, 6 replies)

I still do that now - at least twice a year.
Got up and got ready to go to work, got in the car, wondered why the traffic wasn't too bad then realised it was Saturday.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 11:40, closed)

hahahaha
*clicks*
(bucsie, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 12:49, closed)

*click*
You fuckwit!!!
( SpankyHanky, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 13:15, closed)

yup!
I'm actually surprised that I haven't done it so far in my working life.
(Kip, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 15:39, closed)

At least
it wasn't a Sunday
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 14:23, closed)

I'm lucky my mother has no patience
because when I did that I only got as far as the kitchen before she grinned and asked what I was doing up so early on a Saturday.
(xanthine, Sun 1 Feb 2009, 6:41, closed)