I might've killed a dinner lady
Sorry to post twice but I'd forgotten about the time I might've killed a dinner lady. It's a short story luckily.
We'd been playing footy with jumpers for goalposts at junior school. I leathered the ball as hard as I could just inside the post to score. Unfortunately, the plastic pocketed lady in question had been overseeing a game of "elastics" behind the goal. The ball struck her anus like a rebel alliance proton torpedo not going in and impacting on the surface. She had to go home immediately afterwards. Two days later it was announced in assembly that she would not come back as she was dead. Obviously I don't know if my actions played a part in her death, it could be that my ill fated strike had shifted some kind of arse clot causing a fatal embolus. I've had to live with the guilt so long I'd pretty much forgotten it. Still, one less dinnerlady for my mate Pete to pull.
(johnnysmoke, Sat 10 Sep 2011, 21:52, 2 replies)

What a way to go.
It's what she would have wanted, etc.
( Ghoti Fingers, Sat 10 Sep 2011, 22:43, closed)

The rebel alliance couldn't hit a cows arse with a banjo
as well you know.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Sat 10 Sep 2011, 23:01, closed)