| Report for Ben Baker | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 4 |
| Summary | Perfectly Exquisite |
In 1992, just outside our school, our friend Nigel got hit by a car and had his leg broken. Consequently "Cross over the road my friend" soon became the rather forced "Cross over the road Nigel" before muttering something vague about him being stupid and run over in the next line.
Im pretty sure they still sing it like that today.
Im pretty sure they still sing it like that today.
Bummer Daniels was the name of Keighley's premier homosexual. At least, that's what we were told anyway. Threats like "Watch out - Bummer Daniels' About" and "Your dad is Bummer Daniels" were frequently banded around by bigger boys hell bent on causing terror in the asexual under-9's.
With a head composed of my middle finger and legs forged from the other four (yes, that's counting the thumb, you pedants), Roger the Dinosaur was the absolute smash of Bronte School's Class 6S... until it was bettered when Mark Anderson offered to chew ink cartridges for 20p. A feat which I have still not been able to top, ten years on.
The title of a popular cartoon of mine, starring a weeping bear lying in a bed, a large puddle of piss spreading beneath him.
The phrase "Mr Bear has wet himself" was inexpicably funny.
The original "Mr Bear" drawing has long since disappeared, although rumours of a copy on E-bay selling for £6 remain unsubstantiated.
The phrase "Mr Bear has wet himself" was inexpicably funny.
The original "Mr Bear" drawing has long since disappeared, although rumours of a copy on E-bay selling for £6 remain unsubstantiated.