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Clarkeys...my local for quite a while
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Clarkeys...my local for quite a while
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Cum on feel the noise.
1984Cum on feel the noise.
Was it really spelt that way?
It belongs with the Beatles,Cum on feel the noise.
Was it really spelt that way?
I'll never hear that song the same way again... Thanks hal 😒It belongs with the Beatles,
“ Come together, right now, over me”.
Now what the hell does that mean, or do I just have a dirty mind ?
Only Women Bleed ?It belongs with the Beatles,
“ Come together, right now, over me”.
Now what the hell does that mean, or do I just have a dirty mind ?
When my eldest brother went to Ashfield Boys High, he had a Mr. Keats as a woodwork teacher with the nickname of Killer Keats [for obvious reasons] but he had no problem with the Killer as he was top of the class at woodwork.Yeah I got the cane a lot... But the one that stands out clearly was in 5th class when I got it unfairly just being in the wrong place and the wrong time.
I'd never cry getting the stick but this time I did not for pain just a hole teacher didn't listen to me and others who were vouching for me that I was innocents... Got a bad case of the F- it's that day... Didn't care nothing was gonna be worse than it already was.
Saw some fairly violent stuff in high school from a select fee teachers and one pulled my hair pretty hard... She'd be sacked for it these days
Wonder Woman on the left is a real sweetie and someone that would make a great partner.
I reckon you could have and would have handled wonder woman on the right in the back of your Sandman Buttface: 😉Why not both?
When Kylie grew up !!!
My grandfather was expelled from all NSW schools when he was 14. His older brother who was a school prefect at the time spun some shit to the principal that he had done something (recently divorced parents and they had sided with the opposite parent so there was bad blood) and he got the cane despite telling the old fart that he hadn't done it. When the principal went for a second one for lying he yanked it out of his hand and hit him across the face with it. Apparently split him from his ear to his mouth. My grandfather's younger brother told me this story and said he had a scar till the day he died. This was in Cessnock a long time before it became a shithole (due to the jail being built there as has so often been the case)When my eldest brother went to Ashfield Boys High, he had a Mr. Keats as a woodwork teacher with the nickname of Killer Keats [for obvious reasons] but he had no problem with the Killer as he was top of the class at woodwork.
By the time I got to Mr. Keat's class 10 years later he had mellowed thank goodness, as I was bloody hopeless at woodwork.
Had a math's teacher by the name of Mr. Henny and he was a real a...hole.
Every lesson he came into the classroom with a case of the 💩's and that's how he stayed, caning kids for the slightest little thing.
A library teacher nicknamed Pinhead due to the shape of his bald head, was a reformed a...hole.
A science teacher who gave a kid 6 one day [for a 'very minor' offence] and wanted to keep going until all the other kids objected, then threatened the whole class with the cane as he had very nearly come close to a total loss of control. The kids father fronted up to school threatening to dish out the same punishment to the teacher as well as the headmaster.
I hated the first two years in high school because of these out and out bullies, and my exam results reflected that.
For some reason most of the teachers in 3rd year were good and my results reflected that, in that I went from an average of about 52% to about 80%.
Spare the rod and spoil the child, what a load of utter nonsense.
The young boy in me say Linda Carter all day, but the bad old man in me that I try to push down and not let out, says the young one, and the few brain cells I have left were taught a very valuable lesson when a toddler come on the tv in a taco ad and says “Why not both?”. Well that has become a question I ask myself with every decision I make, and if I can I have both. 😁I reckon you could have and would have handled wonder woman on the right in the back of your Sandman Buttface: 😉
But before Mr. Wonder Man came along you found Wonder Woman on the left and she is Now, Your Wonder Woman 😍 😊.
Bully teachers. I never had to much of that, it was more the other kids, and Mum’s dckheads.When my eldest brother went to Ashfield Boys High, he had a Mr. Keats as a woodwork teacher with the nickname of Killer Keats [for obvious reasons] but he had no problem with the Killer as he was top of the class at woodwork.
By the time I got to Mr. Keat's class 10 years later he had mellowed thank goodness, as I was bloody hopeless at woodwork.
Had a math's teacher by the name of Mr. Henny and he was a real a...hole.
Every lesson he came into the classroom with a case of the 💩's and that's how he stayed, caning kids for the slightest little thing.
A library teacher nicknamed Pinhead due to the shape of his bald head, was a reformed a...hole.
A science teacher who gave a kid 6 one day [for a 'very minor' offence] and wanted to keep going until all the other kids objected, then threatened the whole class with the cane as he had very nearly come close to a total loss of control. The kids father fronted up to school threatening to dish out the same punishment to the teacher as well as the headmaster.
I hated the first two years in high school because of these out and out bullies, and my exam results reflected that.
For some reason most of the teachers in 3rd year were good and my results reflected that, in that I went from an average of about 52% to about 80%.
Spare the rod and spoil the child, what a load of utter nonsense.
I'm surprised this didn't happen more. 🤬My grandfather was expelled from all NSW schools when he was 14. His older brother who was a school prefect at the time spun some shit to the principal that he had done something (recently divorced parents and they had sided with the opposite parent so there was bad blood) and he got the cane despite telling the old fart that he hadn't done it. When the principal went for a second one for lying he yanked it out of his hand and hit him across the face with it. Apparently split him from his ear to his mouth. My grandfather's younger brother told me this story and said he had a scar till the day he died. This was in Cessnock a long time before it became a shithole (due to the jail being built there as has so often been the case)