RETURN OF FARTMAN!

How Nice....

It's always nice catching up with old friends.

Coincidentally, a party of 2 this evening turned out to be 4.

As always, old memories are always brought up.. and some hilarious ones that even I have forgotten were mentioned

1. The Story Of Shankar

Back in the RI days, there once lived a little indian boy named Shankar. He loved to steal. Well, to put it diplomatically, he just couldn't keep his hands off other peoples' property.

A short exchange between Shankar and Mr Lee Tiong Beng, one of the nicest teachers in RI at the time, remains in the classic super-qie hall of fame

LTB: Shankar, why aren't you doing your work?

Shankar: Sir, I don't have foolscap paper lah.

LTB: Don't have foolscap paper? Go and steal lah!


2. Wild Hair Boy

In my Maris Stella days, there was once a kid nicknamed Wild Hair Boy, by yours truly. I was reminded of my evil deeds against him by Francis, who was the most anal head prefect in primary school.

Incident 1: Apparently, WHB was being held back by a few of my friends, name Jingshen, Louis (also called Wood-root cos of a mispronunciation of his Chinese name Rungen, which was truncated to Mu-gen, thus Wood-root) and Francis. I stripped WHB of his underwear and threw it on the fan, causing the poor boy much embarrassment when the teacher walked in. He started crying. hahahahahaha

Incident 2: WHB shat in his pants. It was a really wet shit, and the bucket-shaped plastic chairs that were homogeneous to all schools at the time helped him to hide his accident as long as he didn't stand up. However, the smell was overwhelming, and me being the nosey Sherlock Holmes, smelled the shit and searched for the ass that shat it. Thereafter, there was no holding back as I singled him out as the culprit and shouted it out to the whole class. He started crying. Again.

Funny memory: Jingshen was a fat kid. Much fatter than I was in primary school. We called him Punggol Pig. There was once when he was questioned about his eating habits, and he divulged that his breakfast consisted of ham. Just ham. Not a sandwich.. just ham rolled up and gobbled up. His lunch, horrifyingly enough, consisted of canned pork, the one that has alternated layers of fat and meat. Just purely out of the can.

3. The reverse qie

Toby used to love fleasing off other people's fries. Prakash, to counter and prevent this heinous act from occuring, spat on his fries. Toby, in a classic reverse qie, spat on Prakash's fries. Nothing more to be said.

hmmm we were really fucked up kids huh.. haha

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 4:59 AM