I once initiated a sequence of events that would turn any mortal mans heart to stone.
Well, maybe not, but when I was about 10 years old, at primary school, all of the packed lunches were kept in a locker room at the back of our class room.
When everyone had left for break one day I decided, being the over exerted under nourished child that I was to go and have a little peek.
Needless to say most of what I found was rubbish, aside from one fully intact, glorious chocolate morsel, which was fantastic, considering my mother fed me on mostly apples and brown bread.
Having commited the crime I went about my day quite happily, until lunch time, when what appeared to be the whole school was dragged out into lines, and questionned about this oh so delicious theft.
This meant that, so as not to get sussed, I was forced to put on my finest Kevin Smith impression, which i might add is mighty fine and said sweet F A.
To this day I have prided myself on that moment.

Scared the shit out of me and stopped me from ever doing it again though.


Length, about 3 inches of hard brown glory.
( Mr Jamie, Tue 19 Feb 2008, 22:44, Reply)