School TripsGet 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.
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chthonic, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
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Paris is quite an education for a 9 year oldOur school trip there switfly turned into a shambles for the usual reasons (pornography, booze in a vending machine in the hotel :D) but it's for the classic reason of girls that it left an impact on my life...
My mate Matt was cool. Very cool. And hot, as much as 9-year-olds can be. Naturally he was the object of affection for any girls our age we encountered, most importantly those sharing our hotel, but never more so when he was wearing the t-shirt.
Now when your 9 it seems logical that it was the t-shirt that was the sole source of his success and not his hair, smile, or the fact he could talk to girls without staring at his shoes, so for many years afterwards I would often be seen attempting to chat up girls whilst wearing a LIME GREEN t-shirt with the Umbro symbol emblazoned across it in ORANGE.
Length / girth didn't matter, they wanted none of it.
(, Sun 10 Dec 2006, 3:26, Reply)
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