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» Heckles

Doesn't count as a heckle, but awesome all the same.
At the CKY gig in Bristol, amongst other items hurled onto the stage, was a bra. It happens that the singer picked this up and tried it on for size.

Swaggering back to the microphone and testing the capacity of his new garment, he utters the immortal words: "Oooh, look at my tits! Do you think they're big enough for me to join My Chemical Romance?"

Mhhmm, I guess you had to be there...
(Thu 6th Apr 2006, 13:32, More)

» Best Graffiti Ever

Meanwhile...
Back during the general election, one of those patronising conservative billboards was placed next to a big picture of yoda, advertising the new star wars film. Somebody had crawled up it to add a speech bubble:
"What you are thinking, we already know. Vote Jedi."
(Mon 7th May 2007, 12:54, More)

» Your Weirdest Teacher

Ms Johnson
had a tendency to reach higher pitches when aggravated. The exact frequency served as a guide to her exact level of anxiety.

Typical lesson:

Ms J: Now class, I am fed up with your SHIT! (Ms J had long given up on cuss-free speech after a very long lesson) I'm taping the lesson so I can play it back to Mr Evans and show what a RUDE class you are!

Adam: Ms, you're hurting me! Arrrgh!

Danny: Stop hitting him for god's sake!

Ms J: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shuuut up!

At which point blood began to seep from the ears of all present :(
(Tue 15th Nov 2005, 17:20, More)

» Rock and Roll Stories

Nearly got caught in a fight
Some time ago, me and my friend were at the Colston hall to see motorhead, who were being suppurted by sepultura. Of course, these bands were a very different breed to each other, and so were some of the fans. At the front, we discovered a lanky skin head, seeming off his face on something or other, lunging about and shoving everyone around him. Behind us loomed a brick outhouse, built from denim, leather and beard. The gimp in front zeroed in on him with mad blood shot eyes and starts to hassle him. Me and my friend of course are stuck between the pair, as the mountain behind us starts getting upset. As I see the veins start to bulge in his knuckles I realise I'm going to die in the ensuing riot before the show has even started.

Thankfully the security staff intervened and carted the offender away. The biker behind us? He gave us a leg up for the crowd surfing. Excellent.
(Mon 3rd Jul 2006, 11:52, More)