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Post by bathstoke on Jun 10, 2017 4:36:08 GMT
In the week, durning one of her interviews π Was asked, what's the naughtiest thing you've ever done. And she said,"Oh Goodness... Well I don't suppose those farmers were very pleased when my friends & I used to go running through their field." I bet the memory of that keeps her awake in the small hours of the morning! Well she can put that one to bed now she's done a much naughtier thing by wasting my time, your time, our time, but most of all, she waisted her own time by leading us all on a merry dance for the past couple of months. Get on with what you're paid to do π. Anyway, what's the naughtiest thing you lot have ever done. There must be at least 40 of you naughty Β£@#&ers out their...
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Post by chuffedstokie on Jun 10, 2017 5:49:39 GMT
Accidentally set fire to two school portakabins by leaving my artwork on a heater overnight. Arrived in the morning to find three fire engines in the playground. I generously allowed my mate to take the blame for roughly 40 years. I was 13 at the time. School was cancelled that day.
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Post by bathstoke on Jun 10, 2017 5:58:56 GMT
Accidentally set fire to two school portakabins by leaving my artwork on a heater overnight. Arrived in the morning to find three fire engines in the playground. I generously allowed my mate to take the blame for roughly 40 years. I was 13 at the time. School was cancelled that day. An obvious case of arson. Arsin about! (Tumble weed)
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Post by felonious on Jun 10, 2017 6:26:18 GMT
In the week, durning one of her interviews π Was asked, what's the naughtiest thing you've ever done. And she said,"Oh Goodness... Well I don't suppose those farmers were very pleased when my friends & I used to go running through their field." I bet the memory of that keeps her awake in the small hours of the morning! Well she can put that one to bed now she's done a much naughtier thing by wasting my time, your time, our time, but most of all, she waisted her own time by leading us all on a merry dance for the past couple of months. Get on with what you're paid to do π. Anyway, what's the naughtiest thing you lot have ever done. There must be at least 40 of you naughty Β£@#&ers out their... I was worried at one point that she was going to admit to gatecrashing IRA funerals.
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Post by bathstoke on Jun 10, 2017 6:32:33 GMT
In the week, durning one of her interviews π Was asked, what's the naughtiest thing you've ever done. And she said,"Oh Goodness... Well I don't suppose those farmers were very pleased when my friends & I used to go running through their field." I bet the memory of that keeps her awake in the small hours of the morning! Well she can put that one to bed now she's done a much naughtier thing by wasting my time, your time, our time, but most of all, she waisted her own time by leading us all on a merry dance for the past couple of months. Get on with what you're paid to do π. Anyway, what's the naughtiest thing you lot have ever done. There must be at least 40 of you naughty Β£@#&ers out their... I was worried at one point that she was going to admit to gatecrashing IRA funerals. She may as well have done, it would have been more sincere
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Post by lawrieleslie on Jun 10, 2017 7:12:20 GMT
Three of us sneaked into the chemistry lab at Wooly grammar one dinner time and made a home made bomb that destroyed the chemical cupboards at the bottom end of the classroom. Chas Watts the teacher got the blame for leaving chemical cupboard unlocked. Legend has it that one of the other miscreants, Chris Sales, ended up in the SAS as part of the Iranian Embassy siege busting team.
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Post by pearo on Jun 10, 2017 7:29:19 GMT
A few years ago while walking the dog along the old colliery railway lines I spotted a work colleague, whose garden backed onto the disused line, tipping his grass cuttings over his fence and onto the embankment. The following day I scanned a letter head from Stoke council and typed up a letter about the penalties incurred for fly- tipping and that there was photographic evidence of him committing this crime. He was asked not to remove his garden rubbish while further evidence was obtained. The letter was signed by a Mr. D. Foliage. I posted the letter to my colleague's address, two days later he phoned in work requesting an emergency holiday. It transpired he had hired a skip at whatever the cost was at the time and spent a whole day working his nuts off clearing 8 years of grass cuttings and similar debris. He always to this day thinks he outwitted the council as he never got fined, but I know better and have never told him, unless he reads this of course.
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Post by chuffedstokie on Jun 10, 2017 7:30:23 GMT
Three of us sneaked into the chemistry lab at Wooly grammar one dinner time and made a home made bomb that destroyed the chemical cupboards at the bottom end of the classroom. Chas Watts the teacher got the blame for leaving chemical cupboard unlocked. Legend has it that one of the other miscreants, Chris Sales, ended up in the SAS as part of the Iranian Embassy siege busting team. The noble art of pinning it on someone else, can't go wrong. I also accidentally torched the scout hut as well but that's another story. π
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Post by Waggy on Jun 10, 2017 7:35:46 GMT
There was a derelict building not far from where i live and Trevor, Alan , Keith and i once went inside and walked around. We all wore gloves to stop any comebacks in years to come eg finger prints. Mother asked where we have been when we went back my house for squash as we were dusty , i said we all have taken turns to go up Trevors attic. We got away with it
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Post by bathstoke on Jun 10, 2017 7:38:25 GMT
Three of us sneaked into the chemistry lab at Wooly grammar one dinner time and made a home made bomb that destroyed the chemical cupboards at the bottom end of the classroom. Chas Watts the teacher got the blame for leaving chemical cupboard unlocked. Legend has it that one of the other miscreants, Chris Sales, ended up in the SAS as part of the Iranian Embassy siege busting team. I think Chaz Watts was still there when I went, when it became Marshlands & they let all us scumbags in. I wondered what that pained look in his eyes was all about
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Post by Gordon Marshall on Jun 10, 2017 8:03:22 GMT
There was a derelict building not far from where i live and Trevor, Alan , Keith and i once went inside and walked around. We all wore gloves to stop any comebacks in years to come eg finger prints. Mother asked where we have been when we went back my house for squash as we were dusty , i said we all have taken turns to go up Trevors attic. We got away with it Sounds very naughty Col
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Post by pearo on Jun 10, 2017 8:13:41 GMT
There was a derelict building not far from where i live and Trevor, Alan , Keith and i once went inside and walked around. We all wore gloves to stop any comebacks in years to come eg finger prints. Mother asked where we have been when we went back my house for squash as we were dusty , i said we all have taken turns to go up Trevors attic. We got away with it Sounds like you were lucky not to get caught with your pants down
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Post by bathstoke on Jun 10, 2017 8:30:24 GMT
There was a Look-In magazine at school (juniors) with a picture of Tina Heath's head off Blue Peter & an outline of her body, with the view of drawing in her outfit. I drew her as God had intended. Got a b%!!%#&!n for that one & never looked back
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Post by Billybigbollox on Jun 10, 2017 9:36:24 GMT
When I was about 14 a mate and I went into town at the weekend and bought a load of stink bombs in the joke shop. On the Monday we duly took them into school and let them off in assembly causing chaos with about 600 boys all laughing their bollocks off and 30 teachers having apoplexy. In short order we were 'grassed up' and taken to the headmaster's office where we of course denied all knowledge of the incident. We both got the cane and had to stand outside 'Jack's' office for a week because we wouldn't admit to it. Today we would've been given extensive compensation and counselling for the infringement of our human rights and Jack would be doing 5 years for assault.
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Post by essexstokey on Jun 10, 2017 9:38:42 GMT
You could see mays mind working on that question saying" don't say dogging, don't say dogging"
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Post by stillgame4it on Jun 10, 2017 10:16:09 GMT
Three of us sneaked into the chemistry lab at Wooly grammar one dinner time and made a home made bomb that destroyed the chemical cupboards at the bottom end of the classroom. Chas Watts the teacher got the blame for leaving chemical cupboard unlocked. Legend has it that one of the other miscreants, Chris Sales, ended up in the SAS as part of the Iranian Embassy siege busting team. The noble art of pinning it on someone else, can't go wrong. I also accidentally torched the scout hut as well but that's another story. π Seems to be a bit of a pattern forming here in your confessions?
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Post by samba :) on Jun 10, 2017 10:20:20 GMT
A few years ago while walking the dog along the old colliery railway lines I spotted a work colleague, whose garden backed onto the disused line, tipping his grass cuttings over his fence and onto the embankment. The following day I scanned a letter head from Stoke council and typed up a letter about the penalties incurred for fly- tipping and that there was photographic evidence of him committing this crime. He was asked not to remove his garden rubbish while further evidence was obtained. The letter was signed by a Mr. D. Foliage. I posted the letter to my colleague's address, two days later he phoned in work requesting an emergency holiday. It transpired he had hired a skip at whatever the cost was at the time and spent a whole day working his nuts off clearing 8 years of grass cuttings and similar debris. He always to this day thinks he outwitted the council as he never got fined, but I know better and have never told him, unless he reads this off course. you fucking cunt :@
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 10:54:18 GMT
Rubbed my finger around my anus, then wiped it around the rim of harryburrows Newcastle brown before handing it to him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 11:44:39 GMT
I suppose parking my moped in the Deputy Head mistresses reserved parking space on a daily basis comes to mind (many strokes of the cane), although having broken my leg in an RTA the school handed me a key to the teachers lift and I thought that it was only right and proper that everyone shared in my good fortune. So I had 20 copies cut at the key shop and handed them out. The thing that sticks with me though is the thing I never understood, I had a fight and it was a bad fight, were talking black eyes cut lips and many bruises. It was on a Saturday. On the Monday we were both caned 6 strokes on each hand for bringing the schools name into disrepute. As if I wasn't hurting enough from his beating^. I was 10 years old he was 11 but it all ended well I won the rematch a few days later and with mutual respect we actually became friends. How was beating us with sticks supposed to teach us not to be violent?
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Post by Parkhall Wanderer on Jun 10, 2017 11:58:08 GMT
Making homemade explosives out of fertiliser and sugar cramming it into a metal tube to blow up the neighbours dustbins in my childhood days on Haregate.
After that I let a massive fart go in a Glasgow shopping centre a couple of years ago that set a fire alarm off; one of the unwanted side effects of having a veg curry and a few bottles of 30 shillings ale the night beforeπ
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Post by Skankmonkey on Jun 10, 2017 12:06:13 GMT
Three of us sneaked into the chemistry lab at Wooly grammar one dinner time and made a home made bomb that destroyed the chemical cupboards at the bottom end of the classroom. Chas Watts the teacher got the blame for leaving chemical cupboard unlocked. Legend has it that one of the other miscreants, Chris Sales, ended up in the SAS as part of the Iranian Embassy siege busting team. I think Chaz Watts was still there when I went, when it became Marshlands & they let all us scumbags in. I wondered what that pained look in his eyes was all about Perhaps he heard himself "singing" in assembly.
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Post by chuffedstokie on Jun 10, 2017 12:48:59 GMT
The noble art of pinning it on someone else, can't go wrong. I also accidentally torched the scout hut as well but that's another story. π Seems to be a bit of a pattern forming here in your confessions? I took after my Dad. He's now approaching 91 but in 1936 while living in Bellerton Lane his and his chums camp fire got out of control and a field of long dry grass went up. The colliery next door survived.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 12:54:29 GMT
Seems to me most of the kids in Stoke-on-Trent get a Clipper for Christmas so they can set fire to the grass in the summer.
Must be something to do with Morris Dancing and Fertility Rights.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 13:12:30 GMT
We were a bunch of twats and would run amok sometimes.
A group of us decided to dismantle "Air Bomb" fireworks, pack them up even tighter, strap a bunch together and test them out.
Test them out we did. On someone's metal garage door. Taped to it with electrical tape. Light and run. Fast.
The resulting damage wasn't observed til the next day. Walking past discreetly we were shocked* to see a huge dent in the centre of the door from the blast, and black burn marks up and down it.
As I said, proper little twats.
* delighted
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Post by bathstoke on Jun 10, 2017 13:45:21 GMT
We were a bunch of twats and would run amok sometimes. A group of us decided to dismantle "Air Bomb" fireworks, pack them up even tighter, strap a bunch together and test them out. Test them out we did. On someone's metal garage door. Taped to it with electrical tape. Light and run. Fast. The resulting damage wasn't observed til the next day. Walking past discreetly we were shocked* to see a huge dent in the centre of the door from the blast, and black burn marks up and down it. As I said, proper little twats. * delighted As a kid at St Luke's junior school in Silverdale, I had a mate who used to make his own canon out of a hollowed out old sawn off tree trunk, his fathers fertiliser & sugar. It was fantastic to behold. He used to make us zipwire slides over old quarries an'all. Needless to say, he passed his 11+ & we didn't
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Post by chuffedstokie on Jun 10, 2017 13:49:57 GMT
We were a bunch of twats and would run amok sometimes. A group of us decided to dismantle "Air Bomb" fireworks, pack them up even tighter, strap a bunch together and test them out. Test them out we did. On someone's metal garage door. Taped to it with electrical tape. Light and run. Fast. The resulting damage wasn't observed til the next day. Walking past discreetly we were shocked* to see a huge dent in the centre of the door from the blast, and black burn marks up and down it. As I said, proper little twats. * delighted As a kid at St Luke's junior school in Silverdale, I had a mate who used to make his own canon out of a hollowed out old sawn off tree trunk, his fathers fertiliser & sugar. It was fantastic to behold. He used to make us zipwire slides over old quarries an'all. Needless to say, he passed his 11+ & we didn't My kind of experiment. Get in!!.
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Post by Skankmonkey on Jun 10, 2017 13:58:33 GMT
Pass.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 13:58:47 GMT
A group of us young scallywags once stole a caravan. Well, "relocated" it. We used our collective efforts to remove it from the drive of a house, move it down the road, around the corner, up a slight incline, into a parking area and left it there blocking a couple of cars in. Most inconvenient not least for the caravan owners.
That was retribution for saying "trick"at Halloween. Well, YOU asked for it.
On a theme, Halloween was a great opportunity to cause mayhem and chaos. Stealing people's bins. Another faction of our local group relocated a small garden shed and left it in the middle of the road. We went up there to look and saw the coppers approaching in a car. Ran into the trees and hid. Coppers pulled up, got out, just stood there scratching their heads in a total WTF moment.
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Post by mrred on Jun 10, 2017 14:05:26 GMT
The naughtiest thing Maybot 2.0 has ever done is probably walk away from the mains when she was still plugged in, the boring, android, Tory cunt.
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Post by felonious on Jun 10, 2017 14:18:09 GMT
We were a bunch of twats and would run amok sometimes. A group of us decided to dismantle "Air Bomb" fireworks, pack them up even tighter, strap a bunch together and test them out. Test them out we did. On someone's metal garage door. Taped to it with electrical tape. Light and run. Fast. The resulting damage wasn't observed til the next day. Walking past discreetly we were shocked* to see a huge dent in the centre of the door from the blast, and black burn marks up and down it. As I said, proper little twats. * delighted As a kid at St Luke's junior school in Silverdale, I had a mate who used to make his own canon out of a hollowed out old sawn off tree trunk, his fathers fertiliser & sugar. It was fantastic to behold. He used to make us zipwire slides over old quarries an'all. Needless to say, he passed his 11+ & we didn't Only the clever* lads passed their 11+ at St Lukes
* If you were really smart you went to Bridge Street
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