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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The head of our kindergarten later turned to have been a convicted paedophile, but he took us on the most infamous 'school trip' of my young life before that was discovered. It was to Bangkok.
Being from rich families, we kiddies saw nothing shocking in jetting off to the Far East to learn about rice growing and strange animals. Imagine our surprise, then, when Mr Leach took us to downtown Bangkok to see the 'wildlife', as he put it.
I'll never forget the experience of seeing ping pong balls popping from the glistening clart of a stage dancer, or the donkey show in a back room. I was kept awake all night by a queue of US Marines banging some poor girl up against a headboard in the neighbouring room, and was propositioned myself by a girl who promised to suck my kidneys out through my prepubescent organ. Things came to a head - so to speak - when Mr Leach was discovered balls-deep in a hen. Apparently there's a law against that.
We all got sent home and were offered counselling. To this day, I can't eat eggs.
( , Tue 12 Dec 2006, 13:59, Reply)
The head of our kindergarten later turned to have been a convicted paedophile, but he took us on the most infamous 'school trip' of my young life before that was discovered. It was to Bangkok.
Being from rich families, we kiddies saw nothing shocking in jetting off to the Far East to learn about rice growing and strange animals. Imagine our surprise, then, when Mr Leach took us to downtown Bangkok to see the 'wildlife', as he put it.
I'll never forget the experience of seeing ping pong balls popping from the glistening clart of a stage dancer, or the donkey show in a back room. I was kept awake all night by a queue of US Marines banging some poor girl up against a headboard in the neighbouring room, and was propositioned myself by a girl who promised to suck my kidneys out through my prepubescent organ. Things came to a head - so to speak - when Mr Leach was discovered balls-deep in a hen. Apparently there's a law against that.
We all got sent home and were offered counselling. To this day, I can't eat eggs.
( , Tue 12 Dec 2006, 13:59, Reply)
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