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» Bullies
I don't realy care for bullies
Bullies are like ants you find them every ware and they always tend to be in groups.
The same was true at both my schools, now when I was in primary school the bullies consisted of a rag tag group of kids from different year groups who came together to share their hate for decent insults and anyone with a brain cell. I was one of these said people, in fact most of the school was, this meant that I was subject to the typical standard bullied tactics such as getting the blame for anything bad that happened, getting beat up, having lame insults hurled at me on a regular biases. And for the most part I just shrugged it off and ignored them.
However one of the worst cases of bullying I have had the misfortune to be the victim of was when a nineteen year old lad chased after me and slammed my face into a log. This happened when I was about thirteen or fourteen. However it did get rid of the big spot on my nose which probably cushioned the blow.
When I was at secondary school the same pattern of the primary school bully was applied, mainly because I went to the same secondary school as most of the twunts from my primary school, and again I shrugged it off and got on with my life. Now it wasn’t till about two or three years ago that I took a stand against the leader of said group of bullies, (following the advice of my father “always go for the ring leader”), and this happened when I was waiting outside off one of the classrooms waiting for the teacher to show up, now this being the perfect time to do a bit of quick bulling they stared to hit the back of my head. To which I turn round with my right leg out low and took the cocky little shits legs out at the same time as I pushed him, this combined with the fact that his legs were no longer touching the floor meant that little shit had a few brief seconds to wonder what had happened before he landed on his backside in front of most of the class. That was also the moment when the teacher of said lesson arrived to see him getting of the floor and swinging for me, the result was him being severally embarrass and a detention.
His face however as he realised what had happened the split second before he hit the ground is something that I will always remember.
(Wed 13th May 2009, 20:09, More)
I don't realy care for bullies
Bullies are like ants you find them every ware and they always tend to be in groups.
The same was true at both my schools, now when I was in primary school the bullies consisted of a rag tag group of kids from different year groups who came together to share their hate for decent insults and anyone with a brain cell. I was one of these said people, in fact most of the school was, this meant that I was subject to the typical standard bullied tactics such as getting the blame for anything bad that happened, getting beat up, having lame insults hurled at me on a regular biases. And for the most part I just shrugged it off and ignored them.
However one of the worst cases of bullying I have had the misfortune to be the victim of was when a nineteen year old lad chased after me and slammed my face into a log. This happened when I was about thirteen or fourteen. However it did get rid of the big spot on my nose which probably cushioned the blow.
When I was at secondary school the same pattern of the primary school bully was applied, mainly because I went to the same secondary school as most of the twunts from my primary school, and again I shrugged it off and got on with my life. Now it wasn’t till about two or three years ago that I took a stand against the leader of said group of bullies, (following the advice of my father “always go for the ring leader”), and this happened when I was waiting outside off one of the classrooms waiting for the teacher to show up, now this being the perfect time to do a bit of quick bulling they stared to hit the back of my head. To which I turn round with my right leg out low and took the cocky little shits legs out at the same time as I pushed him, this combined with the fact that his legs were no longer touching the floor meant that little shit had a few brief seconds to wonder what had happened before he landed on his backside in front of most of the class. That was also the moment when the teacher of said lesson arrived to see him getting of the floor and swinging for me, the result was him being severally embarrass and a detention.
His face however as he realised what had happened the split second before he hit the ground is something that I will always remember.
(Wed 13th May 2009, 20:09, More)
» Real-life slapstick
rakes
when I was a young lad I would regulary be conscripted to help my parents with the odd jobs around the house, such as raking the leafs into one big pile so they could be delt with. however me been a samll boy I wanted to test to see that if you did step on the pointy end of a rake wether it craked you in the face, and so with my trusty rake (twas a rather large metal one) layed on the floor I jumped on the bussiness end of the rake.
suffice to say it did work just like in the cartoons and I ended up flat on my back with a red stripe running up my forehead.
(Thu 21st Jan 2010, 16:12, More)
rakes
when I was a young lad I would regulary be conscripted to help my parents with the odd jobs around the house, such as raking the leafs into one big pile so they could be delt with. however me been a samll boy I wanted to test to see that if you did step on the pointy end of a rake wether it craked you in the face, and so with my trusty rake (twas a rather large metal one) layed on the floor I jumped on the bussiness end of the rake.
suffice to say it did work just like in the cartoons and I ended up flat on my back with a red stripe running up my forehead.
(Thu 21st Jan 2010, 16:12, More)
» Public Sex
After reading some of these stories I have only one thing to say.
"For the love of god won't somebody think of the children?"
(Tue 28th Apr 2009, 19:54, More)
After reading some of these stories I have only one thing to say.
"For the love of god won't somebody think of the children?"
(Tue 28th Apr 2009, 19:54, More)
» Hypocrisy
hypocrisy and God
In my opinion the biggest hypocrite ever is well, God the reason I think this is because in the bible (or what I know of it) god is always portrayed as some holy being who is the ultimate good and the devil is meant to be his opposite. this brings up a problem and that is that God is a tyrannical dictator who committed genocide to get rid of all of the undesirables, (sounds like Hitler doesn’t it?), however I have no resolution of the Devil committing genocide when people want to have a bit of free will and live their life the way they want.
(Wed 25th Feb 2009, 7:51, More)
hypocrisy and God
In my opinion the biggest hypocrite ever is well, God the reason I think this is because in the bible (or what I know of it) god is always portrayed as some holy being who is the ultimate good and the devil is meant to be his opposite. this brings up a problem and that is that God is a tyrannical dictator who committed genocide to get rid of all of the undesirables, (sounds like Hitler doesn’t it?), however I have no resolution of the Devil committing genocide when people want to have a bit of free will and live their life the way they want.
(Wed 25th Feb 2009, 7:51, More)
» Turning into your parents
I must be getting old
Because I have started to think and say things that my dad would say, the most resent one was when I caught myself thinking.
“Back in my day these little urchins wouldn’t have dared act like they do know as they would be punished by their parents”
But alas those were the days when children could write a complete sentence, when the parents ruled the house hold not the children and when the children would be told of for setting fire to the local church.
The sad thing is I’m only eighteen. Ah how the times have changed.
(Thu 30th Apr 2009, 16:46, More)
I must be getting old
Because I have started to think and say things that my dad would say, the most resent one was when I caught myself thinking.
“Back in my day these little urchins wouldn’t have dared act like they do know as they would be punished by their parents”
But alas those were the days when children could write a complete sentence, when the parents ruled the house hold not the children and when the children would be told of for setting fire to the local church.
The sad thing is I’m only eighteen. Ah how the times have changed.
(Thu 30th Apr 2009, 16:46, More)