B.O.D.
stands for Beat On Dave.
Beat On Dave was an sport invented by myself and a friend during one lonely breaktime and it has served us well over the years. It has grown and blossomed and taken form and since the invention of video phones has really come into it's own.The rules follow thusly:
- Choose your Dave. Dave can be any particularly spasticular child of your aquaintence. but they must be known to you. In our case it was a dear round ginger boy made entirely of spheres. over the course of a week, accept them into your social group, never really as a friend, but as a hanger on who you know but not really talk to.
-Dave must NEVER know about B.O.D.
- involve your friends, let them know that you are setting this kid up for a fall, let them know that as soon as they hear the words "B.O.D" or "Beat On Dave" that it is up to them to seek and bollock upon dave until they either cry, beg or repeat various humiliating untruths about themselves to the whole group. if this action is not performed then something terrible will happen to their mother....allegedly.
-remember...Dave must NEVER know about B.O.D
- then one fine and sunny day utter the immortal words of "fancy a B.O.D?" to a nearby conspirator. the order for a B.O.D must then be spread by word of mouth, note passing or text message to all other conspirators. then the hunt is on!
we've gone though many daves in our time, but the first was always the best, to this day the memory of the bloodcurdling howl of "BEAT ON DAAAAVE" wafting accross the playground and the sight of a small wobbly ginger boy pegging it into the distance persued by a mob of screaming thugs, has me creased up with evil childish mirth.
good times.
Beat On Dave was an sport invented by myself and a friend during one lonely breaktime and it has served us well over the years. It has grown and blossomed and taken form and since the invention of video phones has really come into it's own.The rules follow thusly:
- Choose your Dave. Dave can be any particularly spasticular child of your aquaintence. but they must be known to you. In our case it was a dear round ginger boy made entirely of spheres. over the course of a week, accept them into your social group, never really as a friend, but as a hanger on who you know but not really talk to.
-Dave must NEVER know about B.O.D.
- involve your friends, let them know that you are setting this kid up for a fall, let them know that as soon as they hear the words "B.O.D" or "Beat On Dave" that it is up to them to seek and bollock upon dave until they either cry, beg or repeat various humiliating untruths about themselves to the whole group. if this action is not performed then something terrible will happen to their mother....allegedly.
-remember...Dave must NEVER know about B.O.D
- then one fine and sunny day utter the immortal words of "fancy a B.O.D?" to a nearby conspirator. the order for a B.O.D must then be spread by word of mouth, note passing or text message to all other conspirators. then the hunt is on!
we've gone though many daves in our time, but the first was always the best, to this day the memory of the bloodcurdling howl of "BEAT ON DAAAAVE" wafting accross the playground and the sight of a small wobbly ginger boy pegging it into the distance persued by a mob of screaming thugs, has me creased up with evil childish mirth.
good times.
written by excluded pupil, disapproved by Log