STEVIEBOY1
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The way you reminisced of your schooldays brought back memories of my own, your school sounded a lot like mine.
Yes, schools around that period had many things in common.
The way you reminisced of your schooldays brought back memories of my own, your school sounded a lot like mine.
In that case, I think we are all guilty of that.
Yes, schools around that period had many things in common.
The way you reminisced of your schooldays brought back memories of my own, your school sounded a lot like mine.
The positive aspect of it was that as an all-male environment there was a dry sense of humour accompanying the discipline and authoritarianism. My form master (in my final year) congratulated me on my farts, for example, as well as giving me a somewhat nominal telling-off.
Yes, especially when both you and the master involved knew it was a charade. ...!Sometimes a nominal telling off could be quite amusing.
Yes, especially when both you and the master involved knew it was a charade. ...!
That was more or less the scene when (as I mentioned in another thread recently) I told my House Master that there was no mention of farting in either the School or House rules.Yes both trying to be serious, contrite and not trying to smirk/smile/laugh (Or even break wind) all at the same time.
I'm afraid I did. While I am much more civilised now, of course, during my fartulent days at boarding school I used to enjoy the opportunity to stink out the locker room after Rugby matches.'Who stunk up the joint?'
'Who stunk up the joint?'
Fartcicles.
Fartcicles.
... Or to take this to a new low (and why not?): frozen brown FARTICLES.
As in the new science of Farticle Physics.
Trust you to lower the tone of the forum.
Greetings all:
“Killed the dog”! As in who...?
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