my school was quite a posh private one, so a disappointing lack of windowlickers
couple of super-bright socially retarded ones though. one of the gimps used to wander around with a full on climbing-hook attached to his school trousers. complete with photograph of his ladylove, gimpess.

as there were about 5 gimps but only one gimpess, it went horribly wrong for climbing-boy in about 5th form, when she cheated on him with gimp 2, the intensely religious vicar's son. she dumped him when he said he'd "rather die than have sex before marriage" (not that it stopped him trying to finger me with his toes under the table in latin, fucking vile monstrosity of a hypocrite) and moved onto gimp 3.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 15 May 2012, 9:51, Reply)