Snow Day
On the coach ride into school we allways had to go past the local comp. The inhabitants of said school were of the ilk that their shoe size dwarved their IQ and an average evenings entertainment was to go and kick over wheelybins and mug someone.
To set the scene, today comp and compette, (clad only in the finest burberry, timberland and adidas 2 stripe money can buy)are stood outside the gates pelting passing cars with iceballs for japes, they then made a fatal mistake and pelted our coach. The driver, Wilf god rest his soul (he must be dead by now) was very proud of his sharabang and promptly stopped to get out and inspect it for dents and whatnot, closely followed by 50 of us, all with the same evil childish glint in our eyes. Comp and Compette went down in an absolute shit storm of snow, ice and anything we could find. Before they knew it they were on the ground in air raid mode, behind or under any available cover ducking and covering like the untermensch they were. Even old Wilf had a punt. Once they managed to get off their arses they got straight out of dodge in a blur of stripes, cheques and purple whelts.

We were nice kids really
( Tosh and Becks, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 16:34, 1 reply)

ive clicked
even though i went to a 'comp' and somewhat resent your inference

*flounces*
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 16:42, closed)