At age 17/18 me and my mates were randomly accused of pushing over the bins in our village. The police assumed it was me cos one of the accused was described as a long haired ginger. Was clearly Charlie from the year below, the cheeky anonymous bin tipping bastard.
This thread is inspired by (/a copy of) this thread, which inevitably contains some cracking stuff
One of the highlights is this from brainfeedr
I memorised basically the whole of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland in Year 6 because I was playing Lewis Carroll/the narrator so had to say almost everything that wasn’t a line of dialogue and had to remember everyone’s lines in case they forgot them. No bullshit, it was A LOT OF STUFF to remember. Then the fucking Cheshire Cat got more applause than me at the end because she was a prim, prissy little clarinet playing cunt and was sitting up on some of the wooden exercise bar things (it was in the gym) and everyone was impressed because she was high up. Brought my own fucking bureau to sit at too.
Brought my own fucking bureau to sit at too.