Aah the pettyness of youth
I remember one time back in year 7 when the legendary Pokemon cards were all the rage and kids were practically giving sexual favours for a Shiny Charizard or a Japanese Mewtwo.

I was casually strolling through our school playground admiring my impressive deck when this fat cnut called...erm...lets say Dan P, ran past me and slapped my hand, sending my cards in all directions, while all the little fuking pokemon-crackwhores ran around scooping them up like gold dust and then shooting off cackling to themselves and creaming their pants coz they had my fuking 120hp Chansey...b@stards.

Anyway, walking home from school later that day, said fat cnut rides past me and a mate on his sh1tty £85 pikey bmx. I'm still fairly pissed off from earlier.

" Oi tw@t! what the fuk is your problem? can't you afford you're own bloody pokemon cards you scummy cnut?!?" (as you can see, although being barely 13 years old, i had already graduated with honours from the university of advanced fuking swearing)

Fat cnut gets off his bike and comes bowling over to me. He pushes me, as if for some reason he thinks this is going to hurt or something, but unfortunately for him one of us knows vaguely how to fight. I clock him one stunning punch to the side of the head, spinning his NHS specs round to the back of his noggin and dropping him like a sack of sh1t.

He starts sobbing and gets back on his sh1t bike, muttering something about having a brother in the army as he shakily peddles off into the sunset.

Ahh the memories....the pokemon-related memories.
(BatCountry organised, attended, and was thrown out on, Thu 16 Mar 2006, 13:21, Reply)