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And he's a pedophile because...?

I think it's implied.

How?

Through implication.

Are you fat? This blog makes you sound fat.

i used to love playing rugby, but did get tackled by one of my own team mates once seeing as i started to run with the ball to our own end of the pitch. back then once i got the ball i just ran with it (to the right end, mind) with my tounge sticking out, like a dog with its head out the car window.

that being said, i fucking can't stand playing football. too much pressure from so called 'team mates' and it tends to be ruled by lanky plebs that think they're the best thing since fly repellent. rugby seems to be totally different.

also Josh, when players of your own team throw balls at you, its usually because they want you to run with it and pass to the nearest fellow team mate, not really because they just want to throw a ball at you.

EDIT: you class a bruise as being in a lot of pain? jesus christ you haven't lived yet, kid.

Yeah, no offense but complaining about a bruise in a game of contact rugby is akin to complaining about a bee sting in the Vietnam war.

I do feel for you though, about the gym teacher I mean. Through most of my highschool career my PE coaches were all bombastic, crude, ex drill sergeants with flat-top buzzcuts and navy tattoos. They would make a game of singling out the handful of pasty, nonathletic nerdy kids by assigning positions on a team that put them in harm's way.

I hate gym teachers too. They are arrogant and must die.

...I liked my gym teachers, lol. As long as you dressed for class and made the slightest of effort, they treated you fine.

But I can imagine how you must feel. Hang in there. Rugby is far more brutal than Pig Ball.

what's Pig Ball then? sounds interesting.

EDIT: i thought he had made a typo. i don't think he has after all.

Gym class can be quite humiliating, and gym teachers can be real cunts.

When I was in eighth grade we were playing a game of baseball. I got a good hit, but misjudged how long it would take for them to get the ball to third base. So, I'm coming up on third, which is being guarded by this gangly, goofy kid named Dave (who is more or less the school punching bag) when he all of a sudden catches the ball and taps me with his mitt. I go to sit down, and the gym teaches starts cawing "Dave got you out?! Dave?! You let Dave get you out!?".

I look at Dave, and see that he's grinning from ear to ear. I tell him "Laugh it up, Dave, but he's insulting you as much as he is me".

My gym teacher was Scottish, and sounded just like the Schoolmaster from The Wall.

This coloured my view of Scotsmen for years to come.

I hate football. We had to do it from september 2008 untill june 2009 (which is when i left). Eventually i started bunking, seriously at the end of year 11 i just totally mentally checked out.

Josh, gym techers are almost invariably total twatpots. Handle it However you feel and remember they're just glorified hooligans.

Or take up a martial art, they're good too.

then pick the biggest partner you can possibly find in your class.

Shaman knows the rest.

And get stuck to the Dojo floor like an old fucking gumrapper.

All but one of my PE teachers were nice - never had an issue really.

That being said, I hated sport and was terrible at the sports we played. If only they taught gymnastics in High School - I'd have ripped up those pussies

Alcar...

You, Peter? Ripping up pussies?

I deserve rep for that.

Yeah, teachers weren't bad. The people in the class, however, sucked major balls.

I'm so jealous when I watch all of the physically fit upperclassmen play sports during gym.

All 13 year olds who whine and bitch about P.E and call everyone who is 'mean' Nazis are little bitches

Some teachers deserve it, like the dick with the serious mustache-age going on. He's such a Nazi...
Funnily enough, he's a German teacher.

I'm such a bitch.

It's not that my teachers are bad, but I hate sports. Whatever it is, I'd rather be doing something else. Then again... You can always think of things you'd rather be doing.

There's a Facebook group dedicated to revering one of my P.E. teachers.

careful. careful.