My favourite was a public loo in Oxford where someone had written a huge poem all down the cubicle door. Best bit? Someone else had added detailed literary criticism. Only in Oxford. Have you seen better? Worse? Do tell.
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He bunked off a class one afternoon, orange felt tip in hand. We see him a few lessons later, grinning like a madman.
Our old school used to be a series of staircases in a big tall building, and on staircase "A" there was a teacher called "Chinwig"; about 20 stone, sporting a big beard and gay as feck. About 2 floors below his class was a nice quiet spot with a nice clean wall, and that's where the felt-tip armed pupil struck.
By the next day EVERYONE had seen it. They couldn't miss it, it was fecking life-size. Twas only a 6 foot doodle of Chinwig with his cock out while holding a bong and a mug of "coffe" (was mis-spelt too). After lots of complaints by Chinwig, it got painted over after about 3 full months :D
They never caught the felt-tipper (even though they knew, never had enough evidence), and he became exempt from bullying up until the day he left.
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