I remember my second
English literature class at my new grammar school ( I was just 12 ). We were told it would be Tolkien's 'Hobbit' that year so I turned up with my own cloth-eared copy and was able to read almost verbatim without reference when called upon. Boy, I was one unpopular cunt in my first years of school.
( Pasanonic so I compo anything with words, right?, Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:37, archived)

same here
nobody likes a smart arse until it's time for exams
( Smash Monkey it's a bitch convincing people to like you, Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:39, archived)

It's comforting to find the small things that remain unchanged, isn't it?

*runs for it*

Edit: This is pretty fucking pointless if you don't chase me, spoilsport.
( Jessie © glows with fuzziness and a twinge of guilt, Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:41, archived)

I'll have my mate pass you the same
note that I passed to flowerpot in the playground.


( Pasanonic so I compo anything with words, right?, Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:55, archived)