Now they are a bit cunty, I went to one years ago for my “Normal school”.
Well I had been invited back to my other school for an event, I had to sign into reception and was issued a lanyard and chaperone (just in case I was a kiddy fiddler) and dragged off to meet other old boys (It used to be a Boys school, but now mixed…very mixed).
The kids had just done a route march of 4 miles, and we were there to meet them.
Our chaperones, sort of dabbled in conversation, but were probably secretly worried at the turn of conversation, The “old boys” are predominantly ex forces and of a certain mind set, that frankly does not fit with the new order as we viewed a number of the students not as potential colleagues but as security threats.
We regaled the chaperones with story’s of collective and capital punishment and borderline psychopath’s who had escaped detention in secure hospitals by volunteering as teachers at the school.
They did not seem to like this, they also made a point of explaining that “Shouting” and “Physical violence” was not permitted, they have probably banned coercive treatment like torture too, just we did that too each other with no staff involvement.
On the whole it was very disappointing, as one bloke said, he felt that his world hand ended when he went there, it was just bleak violence.
The good old days 😉.
So taking the wife there was a bit disappointing, instead of a look into a school that was a cross between the 81 film Taps and 79 film scum it turned out to be a bit of a multigender/ multiracial mincing show with a splash of tartan.
(and I did not get to shag my wife behind the water tower because the chaperone wouldn’t leave us alone)
Bit of a cunty day that was.
Nominated by Lord Benny.
My old school was closed decades ago and turned into a sikh “learning centre”.
It was an all boys school and on the odd occasions when I did turn up I was the nastiest, most unruly kid there.
A right cunt in fact.
On the numerous days that I didn’t turn up, preferring to be in the snooker hall, nothing was mentioned as the teachers didn’t want me there anyway.
Even if I could be traced there is no way that I would get invited to a reunion.
Good morning everyone!
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The school I went to was many years ago demolished to make way for a bomb site, and it has been rebuilt as something else at least once and I daresay today has been raised again for Rayner’s million homes madcap scheme.
They didn’t do school reunions in our day (unless you went to Eton or Harrow) just like we didn’t have all that “school prom” crap. I think we were better for it. Who wanted to meet up with all that shit years after we had been forced to endure them every day.
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Ahhh…’Scum’. How youth punishment ought to still be; none of this namby-pamby soft-touch nonsense.
Getting fucked up by pool balls in a sock should be the minimum these young cunts should experience.
A good laugh can be had by accusing someone in your group of knocking one out to the greenhouse scene.
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School reunions are amusing to see that the athletic lads are now fat fuckers and the snooty girls are also fat fuckers.
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On my last day at school I went from the end of the last lesson in the afternoon to the bike racks, mounted my bike and pedalled off home. I left behind all of my games/PE kit etc, as I would never need it again. I’ve never been back and I have no track whatsoever of any of my contemporaries there, pupils or staff. I intend to keep it that way.
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Ive been a school reunion.
It was in a pub.
And i was already well oiled before i arrived.
This woman was saying how she hated school as she was bullied for being poor!!!
For some reason this reinvention of her past irked me and i aggresively and loudly said
DID YOU FUCK!!!
She had a wonderful childhood the spoofing bullshitting little cunt.
Suddenly shes fuckin Annie?
Anyway im not going again.
I never liked them.
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The Macrons must have a dual school reunion – him with the pupils, her with the teachers.
Then she’ll give him a hand shandy in the bike sheds for old times sake.
Just like 30 years ago.
Ooh la la.
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“Emmanuel?”
“Yes Brigitte, my love?”
“We’re going to play mummies and daddies, who do you want to be?”
“Errr…daddy?”
“Okay then, come over here and suck mummy’s dick.”
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Hah! Lord Benny is actually Anthony Blare who attended Fettish College and I claim my crisp Scottish £5 note.
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At least in my day you learnt stuff instead of being brainwashed like today’s unfortunates 😩….just plain old gay/lezzer instead of LGBTQZX,trans would probably have been one chubby kid who had a pair of bigger tits than the girls 😁, climate change was summer hopefully 🥵 and winter 🥶 just normal really,no one saying kunta kinti built Buckingham palace, stabbing was mostly confined to the dinner table at your 🐠 fingers,coppers patrolled on foot instead of the tinternet,hurty words were taken and given 🤬 etc,etc ..the good ol’ days well seemingly they were 👍
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I despised school from the first day set foot in the place to my unscheduled departure ten years later.
To this day, it still feels like I did a ten stretch for a crime I didn’t commit. That level of resentment and hatred leaves a mark.
The last school I kind of didn’t bother attending did have a reunion some years back. The invitation to which I ignored.
I felt this was the appropriate action as sending an RSVP stating the only time I would ever want to see any of you cunts again is if I was waterboarding you, with diesel would probably get me sectioned.
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Never been to a reunion. Most of the kids at my school were cunts (not surprising given that their parents were mostly cunts of the first water) They only really seemed interested in wanking, bullying smaller kids, and smoking. Not much to celebrate.
Good morning, everyone.
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