(A note from the editors. We're not perfect here - we occasionally approve urban legends, or simply rubbish entries. But we feel that you shouldn't be deprived of some of the richer entries that we have to plough through. To this end, we give you 'tying terry up and pissing on him'. Make your own mind up.)

It would be nice to claim some structured or artistic reason for it but there wasn't one. The pastime simply entailed tying Terry up and then pissing on him. Oh, and we shoved straw up his arse sometimes, as well
Bizarrely, whenever we called for him to come out to play with us he always did.

Isn't this meant to be a site for capers and chicanery of your school years ? This reads more like a social services dossier. What next? "How we used to fist Barry and shit on his chest"?
[log]Readers. Did you used to fist barry and shit on his chest? If you did, please submit your story to The Law of the Playground, the world's premier resource for underage scatfistery. Seriously, Monty, we don't know what we are, and clearly neither do our contributors. So just roll with it.[/log]

Ah, I see what you mean. Yes, it reads as if the straw was clinically, almost surgically, inserted up his arse, which would, of course, imply seriously flawed behaviour in chaps of any age.
Nothing of the sort. We merely grabbed rough handfuls of straw (We lived in a rural community) and rammed them manfully and light-heartedly up his arse.
Sorry about any misunderstanding.

Well, we made Stephen Mottram eat a dog turd off his own fake commando knife after we stole his shoes and filled his trousers with gravel. And it's still funny. Especially since he had three brothers who used to trap him in a bin and steal his clothes, and they all had two paper rounds and a milk round each so they could finance their fat mum's persian cat habit.

I can confirm the pastime was very much a part of the chicanery of our school years! Not once, since leaving full time education, have I or any of my co-workers in the sometimes devil-may-care world of independent auditing ever immobilised a colleague and urinated over them, let alone attempted pre-mortem taxidermy. Although there was one quite amusing incident involving office manager, Mr Gardiner's desk drawer and four litres of pre-mixed wallpaper paste in what we saw as a tangible and positive response to his call for more 'Spunk in industry'. But we'll save that for 'The Law of the Office' when you admirable chaps get around to it.

i think mcbride is full of shite
this for all is plain to see
he was in gay boy love with terry
and covered him with his sex-wee.

I know a similar story of an aquaintance at a party, apparently passed out (but probably not due to some unrealistic coughing) and having straws, spare change and leg wax (nadswax to be precise) inserted into his anus. Whilst this may sound unlikely, the anecdotal evidence comes from severable reliable sources, unlikely to conspire with each other over such a spurious rumour.