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| Approved stories | 1 |
| Rejected stories | 3 |
| Summary | Could Try Harder |
At one of our 5th year semi-formals, a particularly drunk clifford, for a dare, pulled Anne. Not terribly amusing, except that Anne had a crippling speech impediment that made her sound like she had constantly blocked nostrils. In a moment of clarity, Clifford tried to escape, only to be confronted by a confused Anne asking "Why Clefford, why won't you talk to me?".
Thus, whyclef was born. Piss-taking almost petered out in Upper sixth, until we realised that the ceiling tiles in the common room roofspace were a different colour when turned upside down. Clifford walked in next day to find a large WHY accusing him from the ceiling.
(I’m still stumped over what a "semi-formal" might be. The mental image is a rather nattily dressed, partially erect penis. Possibly weighed down by a minature top hat dangling rakishly from the bell end. Susan.)
Thus, whyclef was born. Piss-taking almost petered out in Upper sixth, until we realised that the ceiling tiles in the common room roofspace were a different colour when turned upside down. Clifford walked in next day to find a large WHY accusing him from the ceiling.
(I’m still stumped over what a "semi-formal" might be. The mental image is a rather nattily dressed, partially erect penis. Possibly weighed down by a minature top hat dangling rakishly from the bell end. Susan.)
Freda was a terrifying, margin obsessed history teacher, who we thoroughly despised from 1st-3rd year. She had a large teapot at the back of the class & it eventually dawned on someone to put a bottle of laxatives to good use. Intending only to put one or two in, this resulted in nearly the entire contents being emptied as several more people got into the spirit of things. Happy that our revenge was melting away undecteted, the plan produced an added bonus when she invited the entire English & History staff in for a cuppa at break. Cue running rings around a string of supply teachers for a week.
incidentaly, she died several years later of kidney failure. Whether or not our prank accelarated her demise was hotly debated for around 30 seconds in lower sixth, as a slight pang of guilt was quickly brushed aside as we pissed ourselves remebering that day
A rather vertically challenged supply teacher who always wore at least one green garment. Was followed by cries of 'ho,ho,ho..' everywhere she went.