Me and my mate Hermann had had a bit of a fight just before a science lesson.
I was very upset at him and insulted his mum all lesson. Solidly. For an hour. It was getting over the top and everybody knew it, but the teacher was too hopeless to do anything about it. So for an hour, I'm claiming his mum has smoked more poles than Heinrich Himmler and all sorts of other stuff. A shotgun only blows twice, but your mum does it all night. That sort of thing.

And he just sits there. More and more cross-looking, for an hour. Doing the work. Ignoring me. So I carry on. Your mum's so fat, smaller fat people orbit her. I carry on and on and on and the lesson ends and we all go out and I'm well pumped up to smack him one as soon as we get outside.

Instead, I walk out and he slams me against a wall and pulls a pen out of his back pocket with the back end bitten off. He then stabs me in the face with this and ink and blood runs down my shocked mug. He draws it across, leaving a scar on the bridge of my nose, and then he walks off perfectly calmly, well aware I can't see shit through all that.

For the rest of the day I looked liked Braveheart crossed with a smurf.

The moral is, just because he's being quiet doesn't mean he's not going to seriously fuck up your day.
( Reid got it going on like Donkey Kong, Sat 11 Mar 2006, 21:42, Reply)