After school, i and my friends were going

After school, i and my friends were going home .Suddenly,we saw a group of bullies bullying our class mate.We suddenly, took stones from the ground and started throwing at them....

"Bully for us!" we thought. We'd shown them. After all sticks and stones break bones. 'course there was some collateral damage. Our classmate took a largish pebble to the noggin'

And as of January 2017, never returned to school. His mum finished his education at home, then he went to Oxford on a scholarship and graduated. But we digress. We never learned

how he treated his violiner's chin. I guess we never will now that he has gone off with British Oil to help rape … I mean develop, yes, develop the oilfields of Borneo. Headhunters

outsourced Borneon oil fields to the Soviet Union--you could say they were "Borneo Again", hyuk hyuk. It all began in 1969 when Stalin made Nu Pogodi to deter kids from cannibalism

while serving in the sweatshops that littered the Siberian tundra under the rubric of The People's Garment Factory. Stalin knew cannibalism adversely effected the production quotas

and forbade it, but ol' Jo-Jo couldn't prevent me from nibbling on Risa's ear on lunch breaks. Or on her toes. Or her fleshy tummy. Before I knew it, I had eaten all of her. I felt

incredibly satiated until I realized that what I’d really done was cannibalize Risa. Sooner or later, somebody would miss her. What to do? I swallowed my pride and asked Jo-Jo for

the ketchup. Jo-Jo complied and winked. "We need to finish Risa to the marrow, so they'll never find her." We ended up grinding her remains and opening a fast food joint, "Risa Bur