Shit for him, good for us
Shitty school ski trip to Italy when we were in 6th form. Everyone else was year 9,10 and 11 including my sister, who I had to spend the week avoiding so she didn't find out how pissed I was.
Now we were legally allowed to drink so found a rather convenient bar that doubled up as a strip club. Teachers got wind of this and came down to round-up the under-agers who'd snuck in to drink Sex on the Beach and Woo Woo's. They all shit themselves and put their drinks on our table so they didn't get in trouble. We ended up getting very pissed, very free.
Stumble back to the hotel via the outdoor icerink we found, to hear that one kid had been caught with a massive block of hash in our room (why we'd let him stay in our room, I don't know). As we passed him, cuffed by the teachers, he told us he'd stashed it in our bathroom and we were to 'look after it'. Look after it we did, look after it in our lungs.
That kid also got deported, 6 hour coach journey by himself, only to get to the airport and the teacher had booked his return flight under his name, not the kids. So he had to drive back and spend the rest of the week in the hotel lobby.
Needless to say, in our pissed/stoned/stripper-exposed state, we made a sign for him saying "Next stop: Borstal" and hung it round his neck.
(A Good Egg, Tue 12 Dec 2006, 12:17, Reply)