| Report for Steve M | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 2 |
| Rejected stories | 2 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 5 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
This was the name of our club. It was made by us, the boys that sat at the back of H34, in retailiation to another club recently announced, The Shades. They sat somewhere in the middle. So were considered posh scum. Can you guess what each of us wore?
Christ, I was cool back then.
Christ, I was cool back then.
The cigarette game mentioned above is very similar to one I used to...well, win mostly. It involves the same set of rules, but the ash was not flicked. The 'winner' who dropped the ash, had to eat the remains. Or get a kicking. Guess what the most popular was?
Did you go to school with Neil Buchanan?
We'd heard from some older kids (who had been taught these things in the fourth year) that if you waited until midnight, went outside and squeezed an orange over a mirror, you would summon the Devil.
It worked too, if you think that a successful Devil-summoning constists of a pleasant smelling mirror and sticky fingers.
It worked too, if you think that a successful Devil-summoning constists of a pleasant smelling mirror and sticky fingers.