Mini-Hillsbrough!!
Ok so it's pretty much a fact that most kids don't like being picked on at school. I mean, it's just not nice is it? One lad at my school however seemed to get off on it. Chubby little shit he was, with a lithp. Nothing he said ever made much sense. Typical playground stuff like name-calling - such as Master Bates (his surname was Bates) - kinda lost its impact after a while as he cowered in the corner with this wierd sadistic twinkle in his eye (and I mean a proper fucking wierd look). I'm no bully or out (and in fact I don't think there were any 'bullies' in my year) but, along with most of the year, we often took to piling on him, in turn, punching the hell out of his chubby little arms. Even the quiet Chinese guy who drew manga comics in the corner gave him a jab from time to time. Only, as this was taking place he'd yell out stuff like, "Mini Hilsbrough!! Mini Hilsbrough!!" and grin profusely. Which irritated the hell out of us. He actually seemed to enjoy it to a point where he'd run straight to the corner at break time and scream 'Mini Hilsbrough' in a pseudo-petrified manner with a bizarre sadistic smirk on his face, egging us to pile onto him and beat his fat blubbery arms to a messy pulp. And even then he'd be grinning manically.

He also had a very small penis. But for some reason he seemed intent on parading this pathetic manhood round the changing rooms before and after PE, almost begging us to jump studs first into his little plum package. Our PE teacher thought he was a first class retard so locked him in the changing rooms for the entirety of the lesson. And promptly got suspended for it.

Last we heard of him he'd joined the Army.
(BeardyMat, Thu 25 Jan 2007, 0:32, Reply)