The smell of burning hair...
So, it's an A day (our school schedule works on rotation, A day then B day, round and round, with 4 classes a day) and I'm at the lunch table with some mates, including Arielle, Shiah, Casey (a boy), Chunky, Emily, etc. My friend Dionne comes over to the table. She's supposed to be in class, but whatever. So we're all joking around, and Dionne pulls out her lighter, which she holds, lit, a few inches from Shiah's head. Can you see where this is going?

Shiah is a vain little fucker, with very curly hair that he straightens. He also uses a lot of hairsprays and gels. That particular day, he had in that kind of spray on colour, that washes out the same day. Well that stuff is very flammable. The whole back of his head catches, and Dionne doesn't know what the fuck to do. So we start smacking him on the back of the head to put out the fire.

The smell of burnt hair is GROSS! The whole troop of us, plus kids from the neighboring table (Chelsie, Jeff, Frank, etc.) rush out of the caf to escape the smell. There was about 5 or so minutes until the block ended, so we just stood in the alcove between the two cafeterias, crying with laughter, while Shiah yelled at us and fussed over his hair.

Oh yes, oh yes. He's never lived that one down.
( Killerkitti Like my coffee black, just like my metal, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 21:54, 4 replies)

Yeh but, no but
I hope this is a joke...
( Ghoti Fingers, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 22:00, closed)

^this.

(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 22:09, closed)

^x2.

( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 6:32, closed)

what the fuck?
I feel like I am on the bus listening to the loud kids at the back.
(bobman500 enjoys a grope as much as the next fella, Sat 31 Jan 2009, 17:49, closed)