Yet another pube tale.
I had started the school a few months into year 10, and so I got the usual "wank, wank, good guy" tour. There was a lad whom I shall call Chris (for t'was his name) who had a fair few tales circling him, some of which went beyond the point of too much information. We still used it against him, because that kind of thing is deserved.

- There was the time when he strode into English class one day and proudly announced "I've got 3 (three) pubes."

- Also the time where he accounted in detail when he recieved his first hand-to-cock action from another. His sister's friend. Who was 13. In front of his sister.

- Then there's the time in Year 11 he said in front of everyone how much he would like to shag this girl that was standing across from us, which positions he would use and how grateful she'd be after. She came closer. She was 11.

Oh, there's another one which is unrelated to tmi but amusing nonetheless. I used to work for a large cash-and-carry that rhymes with Hookers. I was given the sack after 6 weeks of employment, because I hated the job and generally sat about doing fuck all. Chris worked there, also. He was given the chance to work in cash handling. If I remember correctly, Chris received 0 GCSEs. That day, Hookers lost over 4 grand.

He's a bastard, and I feel no remorse for telling these tales. He used to get kicked about by one of the weediest people in our year, he's that much of a useless twunt.
( Grokthought wouldn't pay that for Chinese 5-Spice, Fri 7 Sep 2007, 1:09, Reply)