Logger. The Man. The Action.
He'd been on holiday for a fortnight. As he entered the school hall, he felt all eyes turn towards him. "He's back", "Look over there!", "Just by the doors" went the whispers across the cavernous expanse. Then the chant started, low at first, but buiding into a cacophony of hurled abuse. "Log-ger, log-ger,log-ger" was shouted as he was chased around the entire school grounds, in tears.
His crime?
The dirty bastard had shat in a urinal.
His crime?
The dirty bastard had shat in a urinal.
written by D *, approved by Mansh