Incredibly spurious nickname for a boy who has received a sponge bath from a girl. The nickname itself makes enough sense, but for the love of mercy, what are twelve year olds doing giving each other sponge baths? They should be at least sucking each other off.
Steve Pine, a geography teacher, may have been gay. Paul Fletcher took it upon himself to test this theory by prodding him in the backside with a 12 inch ruler and shouting "WAHEYYY!!!"
The results were, sadly, inconclusive.
The results were, sadly, inconclusive.
In addition to this, the composition of said bullets could be stated:
"One red, one blue, one made of doggie's poo".
"One red, one blue, one made of doggie's poo".
Original played by screwing up a piece of paper in Mr. Sharpe's lesson and throwing it around until he noticed. Later , in the abscence of Mr. Sharpe's class, drawing pins were pushed through the paper before it was launched, causing some pain to the catcher. The lengths we went to, just so that we could play Sharpe Ball without the name seeming inapt.
The 'school band' due to play at our 6th form leaving do was called "Dad's Big Log" - I think because they were shit. They were forced to change the name, but kept the same initials - "Dark Brown Lada."
An earnest attempt was made to scientifically disprove the theory that you can be killed by lighting while standing under a large beech tree in a thunder storm. This was swiftly curtailed by Mr. Walters, who yelled at us to not be so bloody stupid and get inside.
Insult derived from the use of bleach on underwear to remove skid marks. "You've been bleaching again, you dirty bleacher!"
In fairness, I'd rather be accused of bleaching the skids out of my kex than leaving them there to form gold watches. Better still, I suppose, would be to go through school entirely skid free. I can dream, can't I?
In fairness, I'd rather be accused of bleaching the skids out of my kex than leaving them there to form gold watches. Better still, I suppose, would be to go through school entirely skid free. I can dream, can't I?
I enjoyed "your mum" insults for a goodly while, and even made a quiz in which all the answers were "your mum" related. For instance, What furry animal communicates with a tiny dance? Your mum. What Is The Fastest Land Mammal? Your mum on a bike. How did Marc Bolan die? Your mum farted into his mouth. How much is a guinea and a florin worth? Two gob jobs off your mum. Et, cet, era.
Daniel Kelly wore wellies ALL DAY. His dad was a monkey with a trophy wife who had failed miserably to produce non-mong progeny. Daniel it was discovered, had a special relationship with his cat. However, his simian cock must have been too much for the poor pussy, as, lo, we found the wretched thing wandering folornly outside his house mewing softly and trying unsuccessfuly to withdraw the biro that was protruding from its arse. mi-OW!
Pages 63 and 64 of The Terminator contain a graphic depiction of Sarah Connor's flatmate and her boyfriend having wild sex. When dropped, the book would magically fall open to these rather gummy pages.