I am starting this to generate both activity and hilarity.
Basically, post your funny stories.
Anyone opposed to this idea is a communist or a palestinian sympathiser and will be deal with by...some kind of tiger which I'll buy later.
Anyways...
So this one time I was on a school trip to France and because I'd been *****ing about what a piece of **** the hotel we were staying in for the night was, I got my room assignment last. This, unfortunately, meant that me and my chum Smithy got roomed with this little asshat who was 2 years below us and was a twin. His brother got put in another room for some stupid reason.
Anyways, I was pissed and made my feelings known, and decided to make it my mission to ensure the kid suffered through a living Hell for the duration of the trip.
So we get our **** unpacked as best we can, **** around for a bit, then go the **** to bed. Or at least the kid did. C'z me and Smithy had decided to stay up setting fire to his clothes while he was asleep.
We do his trousers, throw them out the window, wake him and he goes out to get them. And obviously we lock him out.
Eventually the teachers get involved because he's out in the corridor crying and banging on the door and ****.
So he comes back in, goes back to sleep and I have another idea.
A flamethrower.
Nothing serious. Just a nice burst of flame near his head to scare the **** out of him. Only Smithy's leaning over the edge of the top bunk going "Closer. Closer. A little more..." till the nozzle of the deodorant can is like 2-3 inches from the kid's face. Then I did it.
All I saw was a wave of flame course through the kid's hair with a sparkling, crackling effect. He jumps up screaming, having no ****ing idea what was going on, and I'd immediately shut the flamethrower off as soon as he moved so we were all plunged back into near-pitch-black. But there was just enough light coming through the tiny window to illuminate the kid to the extent I could see him sitting up in the bed, patting his head and trying to feel around his face to find out where his eyebrow went. Which was a nice accompaniment to his gentle whimpering.
For the rest of the trip everyone used his lack of hair to differentiate between him and his brother. Which was handy....
And thus is the tale of how I set a kid's head on fire.
Your turn.