| Report for sam gisoad | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 2 |
| Rejected stories (hidden) | 5 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 5 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
The repetitive monotony of this game in no way prevented us from playing it day in, day out, for two solid years.
An early warning system in his face (when stifling anger, he would hold his breath, and go bright purple) allowed you to take cover before the metal-legged chairs went airborne.
Once game ended in the smashing of two BBC Model Bs and a printer. After that, we really had to raise our game.
An early warning system in his face (when stifling anger, he would hold his breath, and go bright purple) allowed you to take cover before the metal-legged chairs went airborne.
Once game ended in the smashing of two BBC Model Bs and a printer. After that, we really had to raise our game.
On a similar note, a six-year-old Mark Tilson penned the less graphic ode 'Black Poo / Bamboo'. Only three words, but they rhymed.
Two decades and two English Lit degrees later, it still has a pleasing cadence and - to my mind - happily rivals the greatest stanzas of Eliot or Auden.
Two decades and two English Lit degrees later, it still has a pleasing cadence and - to my mind - happily rivals the greatest stanzas of Eliot or Auden.