A lightweight cunting for school reunions.
A friend a few years older has received an invite to a 20th school reunion and is fretting like an old woman whether to go or not. I have told him it’ll be no more than a grown up pissing contest, who has the house, job, flash car or married well. If Facecunt is a yardstick then they are all middle class execs, 2.1 kids and a nice semi but in reality are probably divorced, overweight with one too many kids and type 2 diabetes.
Reality isn’t Hollywood, the once fit secret crush is now a frumpy housewife, geeks are still geeks but minted after investing in Bitcoin or some bollocks and the hard lads are probably doing a stretch. You see your mates because they are your mates but school is just circumstance and there is a good reason you haven’t seen the rest in twenty years.
Nominated by.Liberal Liquidator
Was this the one that the headline read;
‘Barking man stabbed to death’
If so, stabbing to death does seem a bit harsh when a clout round the earhole would have sufficed.
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I have never been to a school reunion and have never had the inclination to do so either. I think my old school has a reunion committee or something like that and I believe reunions have taken place in the past, but it’s not for me. Plus living in Yankland does complicate the logistics even if I were interested. Which I’m not.
I’m with my fellow cunters who’ve suggested your school days belong to a bygone era and meeting the people you knew back then but in the present would be awkward and superficial. I’m not one for small talk at the best of times. I have no particular interest in the people I went to school with and I’m sure the same is true in reverse. Nothing wrong with that either. We’ve all moved on.
No one is going to be honest either. If your life has turned out really shit, with multiple divorces, massive debt, illness, rubbish house, crap car. etc. you’re hardly likely to want to advertise that fact. I’m sure most people will have done OK, some better than others as is life, but the opportunity to embellish will be too great a temptation for most. Why would anyone want to listen to hype doled out by people you sort of knew 40+ years ago? Seems like an act of folly to me.
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A quick update, said friend has decided against reuniting with cunts past. After failing to recognise the organisers name he did a little digging and the quite, non sport playing slightly effeminate boy known as Kevin is now Carole.
Enough said. He has quite forthright opinions on such matters as well as other topics that make Sir Nigel look like a handwringing bedwetter so is probably best for all concerned.
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cf. Toksvig Towers United.
Am surprised Linekunt isn’t their trainer.
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I didn’t like most of the cunts when I was there at the time, I’ll be fucked over backwards if I want to see the cunts now.
I have kept in touch with the three mates I had through school. We live hundreds of miles apart but we have these things called “Telephone Numbers” to keep in touch every few months or so.
“Friends Reunited” it should have really been called: “You were an utter cunt at school and I’m only on here to see if you did ended up with a worse life than mine. After that you can fuck off dot com!”
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Makes me laugh most of these twats hated each other at school now they’re best mates on faeces book, load of falsely hypocritical knob heads, couldnt get me to go to a reunion at school for any amount of loot fecking hated school from start to finish. WANKERS.
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I wonder if that guy I sat next to in chemistry is till fucking buff?
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My only pleasant memories of my school – a boarding school for the sons of cunts – are those of going out of bounds and far away whenever I got the chance. The relationship between me and my contemporaries was one of mutual loathing, the food was shite, and I was compelled to do subjects for which I had no aptitude and less interest. It formed a good basis for contrast with my subsequent, very independent and rather fulfilling existence, largely conducted without money. Why the fuck would I want to revisit it? Strictly for cunts who never grew up.
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