It's not nice being a Billy-no-mates.
People might think I'm weird for attempting a relationship with an abstract concept.
Wales punched a hole in the wall of the school gym and took a dinner lady hostage for six hours.
Just because you’ve got a shiny thing with your name on it, it doesn’t mean people like you.
We often used to prank call our teacher, Mrs Babs, although not so much since she had the breakdown.
I can't advise on conventional personal weaponry, as they've recently banned it at my school.
If mummy said looks don't matter she was LYING.
Do you think anyone will mind if I ditch the whole thing?