School Trips
Get left behind? Go somewhere utterly amazing? Get bollocked by a lardy coach driver? Find out the school nurse was secretly bonking the Geography teacher? All these and more on just one five day trip to the Dorset coast. Whahey!
Tell us how your school trip spiralled out of control.
( , Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
Get left behind? Go somewhere utterly amazing? Get bollocked by a lardy coach driver? Find out the school nurse was secretly bonking the Geography teacher? All these and more on just one five day trip to the Dorset coast. Whahey!
Tell us how your school trip spiralled out of control.
( , Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
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Vicks Vapo-hell
Year 7, week long trip to France for the last week of school, possibly the shittest trip I've ever been on.
Awful ferry crossing with everyone hurling over the side all the way there. Got there and I got paired into sharing a room with the 'special' kid with Asperger's syndrome because Teacher thought I was mature enough not to take this piss out of him, which is true. However, the whole week I had to deal with his constant phlegmmy lung-butter snoring and his somewhat odd requests for me to apply Vicks Vaporub to his chest every night. I didn't sleep all week for fear of him trying something dodgy in the night.
The food was shit. Everyone on the trip was a bell-end. Everyone called me a liar for saying I'd been to St. Malo before, uncultured fucks. I was subjected to seeing my grotesquely obese History teacher in a pair of Speedos. And i was the only lad not to cop off with the school slut, which in hindsight was probably a good thing because she did have a face like a bag of smashed crabs.
( , Fri 8 Dec 2006, 16:37, Reply)
Year 7, week long trip to France for the last week of school, possibly the shittest trip I've ever been on.
Awful ferry crossing with everyone hurling over the side all the way there. Got there and I got paired into sharing a room with the 'special' kid with Asperger's syndrome because Teacher thought I was mature enough not to take this piss out of him, which is true. However, the whole week I had to deal with his constant phlegmmy lung-butter snoring and his somewhat odd requests for me to apply Vicks Vaporub to his chest every night. I didn't sleep all week for fear of him trying something dodgy in the night.
The food was shit. Everyone on the trip was a bell-end. Everyone called me a liar for saying I'd been to St. Malo before, uncultured fucks. I was subjected to seeing my grotesquely obese History teacher in a pair of Speedos. And i was the only lad not to cop off with the school slut, which in hindsight was probably a good thing because she did have a face like a bag of smashed crabs.
( , Fri 8 Dec 2006, 16:37, Reply)
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