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Everyone at work did.
Viscious, Aryan people in tracksuits that made sure you had a shower.
I remember they made a fat kid do naked pressups for running through the middle of the showers and not getting wet.
Don't worry I find it bloody amusing myself... my mates almost die in the class when it happened... probably due to my screams of pain.
:-D
AND the time he wiped ethanol on my face and asked if it
> burned...
LOL
LOL ROFLMAO
LOL
Sorry Sheepy, but I'm surprised you can't hear my laughter from here.
It is nasty but....hahahahaha
This is gravity
* Book falls on Sheepy's head *
Now if I shoot Sheepy what will happen to him... well I don't have a gun so I'll hit him and see what happens
* Hits me on head *
Sheepy went forward as the momentum of my hand made him...
Sheepy will you look at the board * smack*
I was looking at the board...
Actually thats quite serious I could get him sacked... its only me as well, maybe hes got a thing for me... eurgh
AND the time he wiped ethanol on my face and asked if it burned...
Or the time he demonstrated what happened if you touched the floor whilst touching a Van De Graph Generator... using me, damn that was sore.
Or the time he made me touch a burning hot bulb without telling me it was like that to show how energy is lost to heat.
I remember he took us on a geology field trip to Castleton for 4 days.
On the way back, we stopped on a moor to look at slate formations. We were cold, hungry and wanting to get home.
So one kid had the bright idea of insulting this teacher so he would get sent back to the bus instead of standing on a wind-blasted moor in November.
But this kid wasn't the brightest and shouted "Roper
you c(expletive deleted)"
Mr Roper promptly beat this kid severely and left him curled on the moor, sobbing gently and clutching his stomach to ease the pain of several rabbit-punches to his kidneys.
Evil teachers.
An my Latin teacher knocked a kid out with a text-book for handing his homework in late. Mr Nash, you are an evil, evil man with foul dogbreath and a beard that looked like an explosion in a mattress factory.
I hate you, we all hated you but we were scared of you.
It's also a good sign that someone from Glasgow is about to implat their forehead into your nose........
> Did anyone NOT have a gay nazi PE teacher?
I didn't!
I had a mad, angry Scottish guy call Mr. Pirnie. He was only a little guy, but had a booming voice and everyone was scared of him.
He also had a red nose - a bit like Alex Ferguson.
Maybe Bonus can tell us... do all Scottish men naturally have red noses, or is it just the alcohol? ;-p
Then at my second one was an International Hockey player...