Bald spots and ruler shards.
I recall a kid at school who we could effortlessly taunt into a screaming, incoherent rage by repeating his name. Perhaps he didn't like his name, I don't remember.
He was awesome to watch in action, pulling out his own hair, beating his chest with puny fists and stamping around in circles. He even did the foamy flecks in the corner of his mouth to great effect.
During one wonderful occasion he grabbed the canvas bag of one of his classmates and tried in vain to tear it apart, even biting it like an angry toothless puppy as we watched on in silent amazement.
My favorite memory of him was when he snapped a plastic ruler to demonstrate his angry power and a sharp edged chunk of it struck him under the chin resulting in a spectacular amount of blood.
Naturally we then convinced him that he'd severed his "juglear" and would be dead in minutes, which set him off again when he discovered this to be an untruth.

So, I apologise to you Paul Pauly Paul Paul, if you're out there reading this. I hope you've found peace.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Tue 24 Jul 2012, 15:39, 1 reply)

We used to try to tease a girl
named Sonia Kotcheff, by calling her PissOnYa CutYaCockOff. It was very disheartening when she just looked upon us with serene disdain, secure in the knowledge that she would grow big luscious tits and a knockout figure, and that in a few years we would be howling with the pain that is only known by 14 year old boys suffering from unrequited lust.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Wed 25 Jul 2012, 1:31, closed)