Van and Billy?This is the craziest thing that happened me during my senior year.
So, I'm in the locker room. I'm alone in there. All of a sudden, this Asian guy walks in. He has no shirt on, just this BDSM harness, a spiky collar and tight leather pants. The second he enters, he gives me this stink eye, like he's better than me, like I have no business being there. Total asshole, right? I'm feeling a bit intimidated, so I crack a joke at his expense.
I'm like, "Hey, buddy, I think you have the wrong gym. The leather club is down the street."
I smirk because I think I totally owned this guy, but he just stared at me, totally unfazed, and with the blankest affect possible says,
I get a little pissed, so I step up to him and we start going at it (light shoving and shit-talking). We talk about settling this bullshit, and before I know it, we're fucking each other in the ass and other gay shit. We were both 18+ because we had IEPs and neither of us graduated on time.
Someone I went to High School with just posted about this the other day, we had a huge dumb assembly that was more or less exactly like this. It started out with a police officer coming into our class and telling us that a student had been killed by a drunk driver the night before- my poor teacher broke down in tears. Even after the cop or some other kid I don't remember, read this whole spiel about "this student didn't really die, but we're pretending they did because something", my teacher was still so shaken by the very idea that girl could be gone that she had to have her teacher's aide finish the lesson for her.Every four years, my high school had some sort of "Drunk Driving Day", where there would be a few events going on: a big assembly where some of the teachers had their lives affected by a drunk driver, complete with a few slideshow photos. One teacher lost her father when she was fairly young to a drunk driver--the father was a police officer killed in the line of duty, helping out a disabled vehicle on a foggy day with his partner on the force, when a drunk driver veered off the road and hit them both. Another big feature of this was an outdoor event in which the aftereffects of a car crash was staged, complete with a wrecked car, stage blood, emergency vehicles, using the "jaws of life", someone arrested and hauled off, and a helicopter (the makeshift landing pad for the helicopter drawn on the road remained for months afterward).
The final part was how some "x" percentage of high schoolers (or something) died in drunk driving, so an appropriate number of people were pulled from classes (we had a huge high school, graduating class was like 650-700 with the total population over 2000). The "missing" people apparently went to some PTO person's house and talked about drunk driving (I don't exactly remember the details). The problem was that the people "missing" were all the Student Council types, so it was unusually high profile. I remember in Spanish class, we "mourned" the sudden "death" of everyone's favorite Indian guy, Ranjan (not his real name), but he was just called out to do the grand finale, where the "missing" students walked through the hallways with white face paint, signifying their "death" (Ranjan just did the makeup).
The "drunk driving" day hit my sister particularly hard (the "drama" is pretty distressing to watch, and hearing about family members getting killed is never a fun time) when she was in high school some years earlier but I seem to remember that the shock value of the staged wreck was largely undone by the "missing students" which was full of cheese and a light-hearted conversation about who "died" recently.
Retard acting like retard near me. Tell him to go be retarded some place else. Rees and spits on me. Punch him in face and head. Suspended for a couple of days (mandatory for any fighting, even when assaulted). Retard never acts like a retard near me ever again.Storytime?
The "Josh" at my school was this asshole who always picked on me because he was a bitter manlet jock and I was over six feet tall, but of course back then I was too wimpy to do anything about it.Back in the Gothic King Cobra thread, someone commented that there is a "Josh" in every high school.
Back in my high school we had "The Cock" (his last name was Koch). When I joined the Air Force, he also went to the same base. He wanted to be a dog handler for base security but he made such a complete fool of himself in basic so they put him on some kind of groundskeeper duty at the gun range and then discharged him.