Well and truelly stitched up....
In my last year of junior school we were taken to the lake district to see the glorious scenery (a bunch of 10 year olds!!). The 'highlight' of this little jolly was a tour of William Wordsworth's house (again, what the feck, we were 10). On this particular day i was not in the mood for my cheap slimy school cheese sandwiches in a bag with my name on it, and threw them in a bin in the car park.... some total toerag then took the plastic bag from the bin and proceded to take a long yellow piss into it before leaving it on the step of the bus. upon returning from the most boring tour of my life i was hauled up in front of the whole coach by the teachers and given a huge bollocking before being made to carry a bag of someone elses piss back to the hostel where i was made to apologise to the woman who made the sandwiches in the first place. Well fucking stitched up. Bastards.
(jademonkey We gonna need a bigger boat..., Sun 10 Dec 2006, 14:56, Reply)