| Report for Yak Spit | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 2 |
| Rejected stories (hidden) | 6 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 2 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
Q:Are you ace?
A:Yes
Q:Haha, ace is card, card is paper, paper is thick and so are you.
Thankfully, this was usually a brief phase. Could be countered with "Ace? Ahm fuckin' brilliant, me", or at least I wish I'd have thought of this one when I was 6.
A:Yes
Q:Haha, ace is card, card is paper, paper is thick and so are you.
Thankfully, this was usually a brief phase. Could be countered with "Ace? Ahm fuckin' brilliant, me", or at least I wish I'd have thought of this one when I was 6.
Richard Snape was an unlucky child. He'd been 'blessed' with simian looks and intellect, a name that rhymed with "ape", but neither the brawn nor courage of his hairy counterparts.
Every music lesson was sheer hell for the poor lad; the top three classes of the junior school used to share a weekly music lesson, which involved the deputy head thumping the piano whilst we all sat in rows mumbling to various 'classic' singalongs. The exception to this was "Let's All Go Down The Strand", in which the "HAVE A BANANA" refrain was sung as rousingly as possible with all eyes falling on Richard.
Last time I saw him he was working in a 'budget-conscious' shoe shop.
Every music lesson was sheer hell for the poor lad; the top three classes of the junior school used to share a weekly music lesson, which involved the deputy head thumping the piano whilst we all sat in rows mumbling to various 'classic' singalongs. The exception to this was "Let's All Go Down The Strand", in which the "HAVE A BANANA" refrain was sung as rousingly as possible with all eyes falling on Richard.
Last time I saw him he was working in a 'budget-conscious' shoe shop.