b.k.
I went to school at what was the sad, tattered, skull-fucked remains of a Christian Brothers school, and Brother Kelly was the head. The only one of that paedophile clique still around... He used to walk around whistling, a huge fat fucker of a man, he was. When I was 12, our teacher wasn't teaching us enough, so we got BK every Tuesday instead. He'd drag you out to the front of the class for Maths all morning. If you got a question wrong, you got punched. If you were in his way as he went to punch a student, you got punched. If you got a few questions wrong, you'd have your head smashed into a wall. He also had a strap. And a banana.
written by St*phen*Bray, approved by Log
A factual inaccuracy here: B.K. could not actually whistle, but it never stopped him trying.
Also, Stephen Bray ran like a girl.
Also, Stephen Bray ran like a girl.
written by P * N*lson, approved by Phil