2nd year of secondary school..
rugby in january,first thing 9 oclock,ice on the fields,and
sadistic ex failed semi pro rugby players and definatly failed teachers,who whatever the season or weather("footballs for poofs")made us play.
getting changed in the coldest changing rooms in the world was a quick process.
except this day for shaun harris,now shaun was a small guy and the youngest in our year,shaun sat on the bench in the middle of the room topless and looking down at his stomach with a confused look on his face."woke up this morning and all the skins peeling of my stomach"he said as he flaked bits of skin off his puny body.
except this was not "skin" but as any 13 year old boy knows if you dont use the wank sock and leave it to dry then you wake up with wankers psoriasis.
now we all knew this but kept quite and told him he should really see the school nurse as it looked serious and was probably stomach aids or something.
shaun by now was getting worried and asked neanderthal p.e teacher if he could go and see the nurse.
"whats wrong with you boy?"
"all the skin,its peelin of my stomach sir"as he lifted his shirt.
by now we are all in hysterics and neanderthal is looking quizzically at shauns stomach."erm shaun" he said without flinching"have any good dreams last night?"this sent us rolling around laughing,and shaun just looked more confused than ever."come here lad"and neanderthal led him out into the hallway.
after a couple of minutes shaun came back in,with the biggest grin on his face,and i dont think that any amount of piss taking from us was going to remove it either.and rightly so,as you poor woman will never know the boy to man transition that happens when you first(knowingly or not)shoot from your pump action porridge gun.
(norfolkngood, Thu 19 Nov 2009, 21:11, 1 reply)

Pump-action Porridge Gun...
...is the greatest thing I have ever heard!
(CallMeNumberTwo had his 'last' cigarette on, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 0:30, closed)