Myyeeerrrrs
Myers was a kid in my games class who was made entirely of spheres. He wasn't really picked on that much, but after and before every games class, in the changing rooms EVERYONE would shout Myers in a drawn-out fashion (emphasis on the 'yer' part). We even changed pitch like a motorbike changing gears. It was odd, someone would just start it and you had to join in. He always cried.
written by Gr*eme *lea*e, approved by Susan
Alex Myers wet himself, Wet himself,Wet himself.Alex Myers wet himself, WET HIMSELF.
Sung at my school's very own 'Myyeeerrrrs' because he once stood up from his chair in maths to reveal a wet buttock shaped patch. He never became too angry at this little chant because it meant that, for a few minutes at least, we stopped singing about the fact he fingered his dog.
Sung at my school's very own 'Myyeeerrrrs' because he once stood up from his chair in maths to reveal a wet buttock shaped patch. He never became too angry at this little chant because it meant that, for a few minutes at least, we stopped singing about the fact he fingered his dog.
written by Al* G, approved by Mansh
Paul Statham once spat in my sandwich. In memory of this crime I composed the following refrain, sung to the tune of Grieg's In The Hall of the Mountain King:
Statham is a fucking cunt
Fucking cunt
Fucking cunt
Statham is a fucking cunt
A fucking, fucking cunt.
Not big on variety or lyrical invention perhaps, but like many simple mantras it contained a kernel of profound truth.
Statham is a fucking cunt
Fucking cunt
Fucking cunt
Statham is a fucking cunt
A fucking, fucking cunt.
Not big on variety or lyrical invention perhaps, but like many simple mantras it contained a kernel of profound truth.
written by an*nymo*s use*, approved by Matt