What a twunt...
back in the day, when there were none of these uber-fancy USB keys, we had to use floppy discs (aka "stiffys" if your from SA...oh how we laughed when we found that one out...)

So I had some coursework on this disc, that needed printing. But the disc had crashed, and wouldnt open. So I gave it to my "friend" who was a bit of a technical whiz, and assured me that he would be able to recover it. Great me thinks.

I should probably mention at this point, I would have been about 16, I would have been about 6 ft, and I would have been playing for the school rugby team at the time...

So i see this twunt, and he says that he is sorry, the disc is truely fucked even beyond his expertise. I take the disc back, and i'm resigned to the fate of the teacher.

Now, I dont know why I did it, but I decided to move back the dust cover, and look at the disc physically. This was a new disc, and those nail marks should not have been there...the twunt.

Cue me, very angrily pacing in the playground when the bell goes to return to class. Twunt was in my next class. The class was french. So I walk in, and twunt is sitting there. I see red.

It scares me how calmly I did this. I put my bag down, took my coat off, and went over to him. "Why did you decide to destroy my disc?"..."I thought it would be funny..."

At which point my right hand decided to clamp his neck, and push his head back to meet the table behind, and then it decided to tighten its grip. It took three guys to pull me off.

The teacher obviously decided not to fuck with me, and didnt say anything. Teacher saw everything.
(drain_bamaged, Fri 27 Apr 2007, 9:39, Reply)