The Great Test

An entry from my high school year book, in the summer of 2000:

So Al,
It's time at last, we're leaving, so do you think you have matured??? Probably not (mentally anyway). You've continued to repeatedly push my patients (sic) to the wire, but I'm still here, helping you out when you need it. But I regularly ask myself why??? Why am I still here?? Why do I put up (with) the day in day out abuse?? I have put up with it for too long, I expect you to mature in the next year, grow out of your Mosher Madness (mabey (sic) you won't).

So see ya next year, we're obviously going to stay together, but that will obviously be regularly questioned, I do have a limit so please calm down you skittage or you will find yourself with fewer mates.

Grow up
From Big Pete.

That was 8 and a half years ago. It's strange that I find this today of all days. A couple of mornings ago Paul the security guard was hungover to buggery (like most of the time) and had his head on the table. So I climbed up on a stool and let rip a hot piercer on his head. He laughed. I laughed. You see, all me and Paul talk about is cocks, stretching anuses and raping babies or something like that. Also, consider the fact that the guy is a fucking scrubber. He is a raging alcoholic, probably never showers and is constantly trying to get me to lend him money. Once I lent him a quid. I got it back about 3 weeks later. A matter of principle. However, don't get me wrong. I like the guy. He's funny as hell. If hell was very funny.

So imagine my surprise today when I fart as usual and he says "oh and by the way, do us a favour mate, don't fart on my head ever again. Do it again and we're going to fall out. I thought that was disgusting." Personally, I really don't see what was disgusting about that or any other act of farting. Additionally, as previously stated, this guy really can't talk. Anyway, point taken. I never set out to aggravate people. Unless they're twats.

Some things never change I suppose.