I was in my school's band. We were called The Atomic Hamsters, and I played the sitar, the lute and, depending on the arrangement, the glockenspiel One afternoon during assembly, we were banging out the tune 'Superman Stole My Crumpets' when our bongoist decided to let off a homemade bomb. The explosion didn't kill anyone, but it did blow our trombonist's cock right off. True story.
On my last day I put a whole box of glass stink bombs under the rubber mat on the headmaster's lecturn.He was an old Scots Presbyterian **** whose only enjoyment in life was caning boys.The whole school was crammed into one hall and the bastard nearly had a seizure when the stink hit him and ran off to his office for a little breakdown.Altogether a successful mission.
Selling single ***s for 20p a pop . Made a fortune and set me up for a life of entrepreneurship . Made my first million by the age of 17 and was able to retire by 30 .
Ahh, school. Went to one of the roughest schools in Glasgow, I saw a few knife fights... and that was at a parent teacher nights.
