A memorable incident in life was when I was sitting on a fence which was just on front of some nettles. Predictably Murphy's law and my precarious position ensured I fell into the nettles and got stung literally everywhere but my face.
It's been 5 hours now and I'm still hurting.
No, only kidding, I was about 7 when it happened and it hurt like bloody hell fire.
Ouch! Reminds me of when two girls had a bitch fight at primary school, the winner pushed her opponent into some nettles
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26th May, 2006 at 21:42:44 -
Unless Heart Break Kid can recount the incident at the Brain Lab where his brain was accidentally swapped for that of a gazelle, I'm going to lock this topic.
November, last year- Got a Dig Dug arcade machine in my bedroom.
8 Weeks ago- Became an athiest
6th Grade- I lightly slap someone, and have to stay at school until 8:25 PM. He wasn't even hurt. (Don't go to private school kiddies)
November, 1992- I was born
My last birthday "party"- This idiot "friend" said "douchebag" REALLY loud, so his Mom made him explain what a douchebag was really loudly to everyone, even though we all know.
2003- I die, and come back. I'm like Kenny from South Park.
Please stop posting new threads for a while HBK, they're getting boring and very predictable.
Anyway, memorable incidents in my life:
I was in primary school (Year 2) and we had just finished PE. The firebell went off and I wasn't dressed. I stood in front of the whole school in my pants.
Again in primary school, Year 4. My younger brother and I had a race. He won. I beat him up good out of sheer anger. The headteacher saw us and took us both into her office where we both enjoyed a cup of tea. That was weird.
Sixth form (about 17 years old). Took part in an eating competition in front of the whole school. Before it came out, wrestling was the big thing and we all walked down to the stage with wrestlers theme songs, it was embarassing. When my turn came up I tripped over on the way to the stage. Then once the competition was over (I finished 2nd or 3rd) I started throwing mashed potato at the girls in the front row. Then later a 6th form rep approached me in the Common Room (large social area of the school) and loudly told me that I had embarrassed the whole of Year 12/13.
Sixth form again. Common Room again. It was early in the morning. Unwittingly sat down on someones seat (he was talking to someone else). When he came back he threw me off the seat. When the bell rang for registration I stood behind him and kicked him in the head. Lots of blood came out from him. He got up. He was bigger than me. I ran away.
Year 9 history class. I was sitting in the middle of the room. I let off a big fart. It quickly spread around the room. It was so strong that everyone, including the teacher, went and stood outside the classroom door until the smell had left. A classic moment. Afterwards he asked me if I needed the toilet and advised me to spend some quality time there.
Playing football in primary school and shouted, "Oh for f**k's sake", right in front of the dinner lady. I got told to stand next to the wall and I was so angry I booted the wall with all my might and couldn't walk for about 2 weeks.
This was a couple of weeks ago, on a piss-up with some of my friends we spotted an old soggy burger in the street. "I'll give you a tenner to take a massive bite out of it, Noodle". So I did. God knows why. Felt so sick the next day and I could still taste the "sauce".
Got drunk and danced with my English teacher's who we met in my rugby club. That was very surreal.
Got chased by a wasp in Year 7, and it pursued me into a bench, and because I was looking the other way I ran *smack* straight into the bench and I didn't even see it. I had a comical bruise which went in a horizontal line across both legs.
In the year 8 dinner queue I was pushed by some little prick in my year onto one of the smallest girls in the year, whom happened to be friends with the biggest,fattest,meanest bulldog of a chavette you sawd! She slapped me and her chav rings scratched my face, I cried all the way through dinner, it was great.
The next day in music, the music teacher (who was the little pricks mother) apologised for her sons behaviour and told the fat chavette to sort her life out infront of the class.... then she sent the teachers pet out for being a "rebel" and tapping a xylophone with a crayon....
Years 9,10,11 -FRUBES were a lunch box craze, throwing them into a main pathway and laughing as idiots stamped on them creating fromais frais havock!
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This is Bunny. Copy and paste Bunny into ur
Klik with the kid!
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I certain DONT remember doing this O_o
