Well it was a bioshock to be back to reality after my lost weekend. Jof drove me to school and took in my boat which is a giant water bottle with large amounts of metal attached to the base using our giant magnets, and some bamboo with plastic sheeting as a mast. The poor competitors in my class looked aghast at my stupendous ship and the teacher had to put it on a high shelf to stop people fiddling with it, also because I told him the magnets are dangerous.
In Computing we played a multiplayer role-playing killer game so I just waited until people were fighting and went over and blew myself up at them. I've heard of this suicide bomber lark and as you know you'll re-spawn after 5 seconds, it's worth it. Lucky those angry men with rucksacks and no girlfriends don't get to do that.
But then I had a trouser incident which was all about ripping in awkward places and nothing about unexpected toilet stops. My trousers have become too small and ripped before, I believe it's something that usually happens to middle-aged ladies, and after the last time which involved extreme exposure, I played it safe and put on my PE shorts, which did make for a breezy journey home.
While I was at Scouts, poor Jof cut her hand on some of our magnets, they're very strong and grabby and pinchy so she's got a big plaster and only one working hand.
While I was at Scouts, poor Jof cut her hand on some of our magnets, they're very strong and grabby and pinchy so she's got a big plaster and only one working hand.
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