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"The best years of our lives," somebody lied. Tell us the funniest thing that ever happened at school.
( , Thu 29 Jan 2009, 12:19)
"The best years of our lives," somebody lied. Tell us the funniest thing that ever happened at school.
( , Thu 29 Jan 2009, 12:19)
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Nudist beach
In Year 11, second last year of high school, most of the serious drop-kicks had left school, and those of us left were actually trying to work. To help with that, the school sent us off on a 'study camp' for a few days, for us to do various bonding things and to learn some studying techniques.
Now the traditional campground we were sent to for this, happened to be just up the hill from a beach. Around the point from that beach, was another which was famous for being a nudist beach, dating back to the time when such places were illegal here. We, of course, made a huge fuss about getting so close to it, until a couple of the male teachers promised us we'd get a look at it, if we behaved!
We got our look. On a 7am jog before breakfast along a totally deserted beach. Bastards.
Anyway, that afternoon, we had one of our little bonding exercises on the beach with the art teacher. She was a little, somewhat ditzy, and totally innocent woman. She was so nice, and totally disconnected from reality, that few people ever played up in her classes, it was too much like kicking a puppy. Her idea was for us to form into groups and make sand sculptures on the beach.
So we looked around us, for inspiration. Well, *one* group made an octopus...
...which was surrounded by several naked sand bodies!
The eight-foot tall woman, with the strategically placed tunnel was enthusiastically humped by one of the builders, while the rest of us shouted about how she wouldnt feel his tiny dick even if she was a midget. Another more realistically proportioned sand woman was somewhat vaguely shaped, execpt for the perfectly formed tits which had taken half an hour of us taking turns at shaping them and trying to get the sand nipples to stay on.
The poor art teacher got more and more upset as she went along the line, at the progression of naked bdies, until she reached the final sand sculpture. The one made by the good girls, the quiet ones who never misbehaved, and always got straight A's.
The neatly shaped naked man was bad enough. I think it was the small white feather sprouting from the end of his erect cock that made her burst into tears though.
( , Mon 2 Feb 2009, 13:48, Reply)
In Year 11, second last year of high school, most of the serious drop-kicks had left school, and those of us left were actually trying to work. To help with that, the school sent us off on a 'study camp' for a few days, for us to do various bonding things and to learn some studying techniques.
Now the traditional campground we were sent to for this, happened to be just up the hill from a beach. Around the point from that beach, was another which was famous for being a nudist beach, dating back to the time when such places were illegal here. We, of course, made a huge fuss about getting so close to it, until a couple of the male teachers promised us we'd get a look at it, if we behaved!
We got our look. On a 7am jog before breakfast along a totally deserted beach. Bastards.
Anyway, that afternoon, we had one of our little bonding exercises on the beach with the art teacher. She was a little, somewhat ditzy, and totally innocent woman. She was so nice, and totally disconnected from reality, that few people ever played up in her classes, it was too much like kicking a puppy. Her idea was for us to form into groups and make sand sculptures on the beach.
So we looked around us, for inspiration. Well, *one* group made an octopus...
...which was surrounded by several naked sand bodies!
The eight-foot tall woman, with the strategically placed tunnel was enthusiastically humped by one of the builders, while the rest of us shouted about how she wouldnt feel his tiny dick even if she was a midget. Another more realistically proportioned sand woman was somewhat vaguely shaped, execpt for the perfectly formed tits which had taken half an hour of us taking turns at shaping them and trying to get the sand nipples to stay on.
The poor art teacher got more and more upset as she went along the line, at the progression of naked bdies, until she reached the final sand sculpture. The one made by the good girls, the quiet ones who never misbehaved, and always got straight A's.
The neatly shaped naked man was bad enough. I think it was the small white feather sprouting from the end of his erect cock that made her burst into tears though.
( , Mon 2 Feb 2009, 13:48, Reply)
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