| Report for Matthew Sherwood | |
|---|---|
| Rejected stories | 2 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 3 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
Our favourite school yard game played for many years and very rarely by girls.
The game required a large brick wall and a significant flat area. A tennis ball was thrown against the wall and the players had to then attempt to catch the ball and throw it back against the wall. If the ball was fumbled the person dropping the ball had to run toward the wall yelling "Butt" as their hand makes contact.
If the ball had been collected by another and thrown contacting the wall before the "Butt" was called the poor bastard had to stand against the wall with legs and arms outspread. The person who threw the ball that beat them to the wall then had a clear shot to throw the ball as hard as possible at the "Butt"
The game required a large brick wall and a significant flat area. A tennis ball was thrown against the wall and the players had to then attempt to catch the ball and throw it back against the wall. If the ball was fumbled the person dropping the ball had to run toward the wall yelling "Butt" as their hand makes contact.
If the ball had been collected by another and thrown contacting the wall before the "Butt" was called the poor bastard had to stand against the wall with legs and arms outspread. The person who threw the ball that beat them to the wall then had a clear shot to throw the ball as hard as possible at the "Butt"
Better still...
We had a music teacher. Young, tall, brunette. Very buxom. Ms Mallion or some such - her name was never as important as looking down her always low cut tops.
We had an Iraqi student, Victor, who got around the race issue by being extremely funny. Anyway Victor brings in a copy of Penthouse. Sure enough some pretty graphic pictures of the music teacher.
The balls of this guy were legendary - he walk up to her, while on lunch duty with a significant portion of the shool population watching, hold up the centre sperad and says "Is this you?"
She wasn't around for long after that - much to every teenage boys disappointment.
We had a music teacher. Young, tall, brunette. Very buxom. Ms Mallion or some such - her name was never as important as looking down her always low cut tops.
We had an Iraqi student, Victor, who got around the race issue by being extremely funny. Anyway Victor brings in a copy of Penthouse. Sure enough some pretty graphic pictures of the music teacher.
The balls of this guy were legendary - he walk up to her, while on lunch duty with a significant portion of the shool population watching, hold up the centre sperad and says "Is this you?"
She wasn't around for long after that - much to every teenage boys disappointment.