Mr A. Still in service, so I won't use his full name.
A true country gent, honest, and solid, Mr A was our woodwork teacher.

I'll cut a potentially long story short.

There was a lad called Will Brearly... (I think) who was using the pneumatic-stapler to fix some upholstry ona seat he'd just made.

Will, forever the one to piss around, was showing off to mates.... holding the stapler behind Mr A's arse as Mr A helped someone else... Will was grinning.

then suddenly there was a PUT-ssshhh, and Will's face turned from Manic grin to total horror.

Mr A had stepped back into the waiting stapler, and Will had instinctively clutched it, sending a 12mm twin-spike staple into Mr A's Arse-cheek. Properly.

Mr A pulled the staple out, turned around, looked a the horrified Brearly, picked up a small length of 2x4, and Screaming "BREARLY, YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE" soundly twatted Will around the side of the head.

Love it: it drew blood, and sent the lad sprawling... but it was fair game, and noone mentioned it again.

Mr A. We salute you and your wood-chip cigars.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Thu 10 Nov 2005, 16:14, Reply)