NerdShamer
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You've already posted the part when they did it at school.
Autism you witnessed IRL - share your stories
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I couldn't find it on this thread so I wasn't sure if i had or not. I only saw that I had promised to tell the retard sex story. Oh well. It's still a good story I think, and if I told it somewhere else previously, it hopefully found a few new readers here. It was fucking disturbing at the time, let me tell ya.
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Today I heard someone blasting Nickleback on their phone without any headphones and when confronted he said "I like Nickleback."
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i went to school with a sped right from junior school through high school. in that time i've been witness to many of his standard meltdowns - when someone triggered him he'd chase them and start punching them; he wouldn't punch like normal people do, he more just whaled his fist directly down onto his targets. in one chimp out he ended up injuring his wrangler.
he was allowed in normal classes as long as he had a wrangler with him, and during breaks/lunch our highschool had a a big sped room and then a seperate sped building (they tried to appeal to sped parents to send their kids there, during the time i was there the sped department failed their ofsted, go figure) where he'd hang out. in year 9 they let kids go up town to get food at lunch and in breaks, but not this particular sped. the sped building is right at the front of the school, and me and a friend had just walked past in when we hear a SCREAM, and then four of our friends bolting past us with the sped in hot pursuit. he had a run that screamed 'tism, his strides were super long and he moved his arms up and down a bit too much.
he caught up to one of my friends just a few metres in front of me and went in for the punch, but my friend grabbed him by the backpack and swung him around full circle til he fell, then he ran off again. the sped stood up and then crouched whilst letting out the loudest screech i'd ever heard in my life, a full blown, gutteral AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH, before running after them again.
we started following them at a fast walk (don't want to be involved and get done for tard bullying) and i assume someone within the vicinity heard and saw the commotion and went to get the wranglers because three come charging past us. our school is just off the main street in the town, and so in the middle of the fucking day, there's 4 kids followed by a screaming sped, followed by 3 grown women charging through the street, and then a slowly growing army behind of curious kids wanting to know what the fuck happened.
my friends ended up stopping and just facing him head on, one of them got thrown over a car bonnet (they moved into a back street/residential), but otherwise their reports were not much different than to one of his regular spergouts. i just wonder what the fuck anyone of the general public thought whilst driving/walking by and seeing and hearing the scene that day
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he was allowed in normal classes as long as he had a wrangler with him, and during breaks/lunch our highschool had a a big sped room and then a seperate sped building (they tried to appeal to sped parents to send their kids there, during the time i was there the sped department failed their ofsted, go figure) where he'd hang out. in year 9 they let kids go up town to get food at lunch and in breaks, but not this particular sped. the sped building is right at the front of the school, and me and a friend had just walked past in when we hear a SCREAM, and then four of our friends bolting past us with the sped in hot pursuit. he had a run that screamed 'tism, his strides were super long and he moved his arms up and down a bit too much.
he caught up to one of my friends just a few metres in front of me and went in for the punch, but my friend grabbed him by the backpack and swung him around full circle til he fell, then he ran off again. the sped stood up and then crouched whilst letting out the loudest screech i'd ever heard in my life, a full blown, gutteral AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH, before running after them again.
we started following them at a fast walk (don't want to be involved and get done for tard bullying) and i assume someone within the vicinity heard and saw the commotion and went to get the wranglers because three come charging past us. our school is just off the main street in the town, and so in the middle of the fucking day, there's 4 kids followed by a screaming sped, followed by 3 grown women charging through the street, and then a slowly growing army behind of curious kids wanting to know what the fuck happened.
my friends ended up stopping and just facing him head on, one of them got thrown over a car bonnet (they moved into a back street/residential), but otherwise their reports were not much different than to one of his regular spergouts. i just wonder what the fuck anyone of the general public thought whilst driving/walking by and seeing and hearing the scene that day
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What was your sped angry about that set him off chasing 4 kids? That they were coming back with out-school food and he didn't get any?
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the kid's name was william, and us being inventive teenagers, decided to nickname him 'willyham'. he fucking hated it (he later also came to hate it when someone would whistle 3 notes in the pitch and pattern we'd say willyham with).
i'm assuming he was unwrangled outside of the sped building or just in the entrance when my friends decided to shout at him. being thrown to the ground made him even more angry too
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surprisingly not! reading through these stories and there's a lot of fat tards, he was stick thin and probably 5'10" ish. he didn't lack tard strength however.
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I was once talking to someone I knew from school who claimed to be an expert on religion and decided to ”educate” me.
It soon transpired that she thought Martin Luther and Martin Luther King Jr were the same people.
It soon transpired that she thought Martin Luther and Martin Luther King Jr were the same people.
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I remember when MLK nailed his 99 Problems to Congress' door and demanded they "let my people go", that was the peak moment of the 1950s.
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She also thought Martin Luther was a prophet, and then told me that Catholic teachings based off the Old Testament were invalid because the Mosaic law was ”nailed to the Cross” while wishing me a happy Sabbath.
Seventh-Day Adventists are a special brand of crazy.
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Remember how that twi'lek slave girl was dancing in ROTJ? Ok now imagine a chubby kid doing that from a far during luch until he got scolded by teacher and left in confusion. Think this was like 10th grade.
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I witnessed three autists firsthand through my school years, which is a shockingly low number based on the American average.
During elementary school there was a kid who was "integrated" into the regular class. Pretty normal kid; average build, tan skin, really short hair. Sort of like Johnny 2x4 from Ed Edd n' Eddy, so let's call him that. He was also pretty well-behaved and didn't act out any more than the average student, though he would often get frustrated with classwork and do that tard thing where he just put his head in his hands and pouted while muttering angrily. Anyway, for whatever reason he had a typing keyboard/calculator(?) which makes me think maybe he didn't like touching things or simply didn't have the motor skills to write. Kids being the petulant little shits they are, this device was always a point of contention and every so often someone would bring up how it was unfair Johnny got to have it and nobody else did, like it was some sort of a game and not just a glorified whiteboard. Eventually he got into a fight with someone else during recess over this, and it ended with this other kid just standing completely nonplussed as Johnny tried with all of his tard might to pull him down by the shirt sleeve. Didn't see him much after that. Also bonus autist: some Japanese kid who spoke zero English shoved cookies up his nose until it bled and got wheeled off to the nurse.
The second instance of autism I witnessed was far later in high school. A friend and I wound up in the same art class together, so naturally we sat at the same desk, one of these big 4-seat craft tables. Unfortunately the other two seats were the only ones left open when the final student for the class shows up late on the first day, so for the rest of that semester we were paired up with this colossal fat black kid with no indoor voice and an over-exuberant attitude towards sharing his favorite anime with everyone. He didn't do anything outrageous save for speaking up against someone's choice of music during work time where our teacher allowed us to request songs to be played through the room's speakers. Some kid asked for Pumped Up Kicks, and in the middle of the song while my friend and I were snickering about something else he explains how "it's offensive to laugh at this song since it's about a troubled teen murdering others for their shoes," loudly, to a full class of highschoolers, no less than a month after Sandy Hook. He also posed for figure drawing once, which was a sight to behold.
Finally, in one of my math classes there was yet another "integrated" youth added to the roster, only this time with a handler. I don't know why, but he looked immediately autistic, like he had exactly the kind of outfit you'd expect an autistic kid to wear: really dirty white sneakers, windbreaker pants and a long-sleeved shirt with, no shitting you, wolves on it. Badly shaved, crooked glasses, jew-y unkempt hair, sort of like MrEnter. He never did anything crazy but he was always raising his hand to ask the teacher questions which was fun to watch since the teacher was this snotty gay guy that literally everyone hated and refused to answer anything respectfully. I later got tossed into the same class as him again, only this time in an English subject, and the essays he shared with the class always amounted to him whining about being lonely and autistic but laden with a lot of swearing which he'd loudly read as "expletive."
During elementary school there was a kid who was "integrated" into the regular class. Pretty normal kid; average build, tan skin, really short hair. Sort of like Johnny 2x4 from Ed Edd n' Eddy, so let's call him that. He was also pretty well-behaved and didn't act out any more than the average student, though he would often get frustrated with classwork and do that tard thing where he just put his head in his hands and pouted while muttering angrily. Anyway, for whatever reason he had a typing keyboard/calculator(?) which makes me think maybe he didn't like touching things or simply didn't have the motor skills to write. Kids being the petulant little shits they are, this device was always a point of contention and every so often someone would bring up how it was unfair Johnny got to have it and nobody else did, like it was some sort of a game and not just a glorified whiteboard. Eventually he got into a fight with someone else during recess over this, and it ended with this other kid just standing completely nonplussed as Johnny tried with all of his tard might to pull him down by the shirt sleeve. Didn't see him much after that. Also bonus autist: some Japanese kid who spoke zero English shoved cookies up his nose until it bled and got wheeled off to the nurse.
The second instance of autism I witnessed was far later in high school. A friend and I wound up in the same art class together, so naturally we sat at the same desk, one of these big 4-seat craft tables. Unfortunately the other two seats were the only ones left open when the final student for the class shows up late on the first day, so for the rest of that semester we were paired up with this colossal fat black kid with no indoor voice and an over-exuberant attitude towards sharing his favorite anime with everyone. He didn't do anything outrageous save for speaking up against someone's choice of music during work time where our teacher allowed us to request songs to be played through the room's speakers. Some kid asked for Pumped Up Kicks, and in the middle of the song while my friend and I were snickering about something else he explains how "it's offensive to laugh at this song since it's about a troubled teen murdering others for their shoes," loudly, to a full class of highschoolers, no less than a month after Sandy Hook. He also posed for figure drawing once, which was a sight to behold.
Finally, in one of my math classes there was yet another "integrated" youth added to the roster, only this time with a handler. I don't know why, but he looked immediately autistic, like he had exactly the kind of outfit you'd expect an autistic kid to wear: really dirty white sneakers, windbreaker pants and a long-sleeved shirt with, no shitting you, wolves on it. Badly shaved, crooked glasses, jew-y unkempt hair, sort of like MrEnter. He never did anything crazy but he was always raising his hand to ask the teacher questions which was fun to watch since the teacher was this snotty gay guy that literally everyone hated and refused to answer anything respectfully. I later got tossed into the same class as him again, only this time in an English subject, and the essays he shared with the class always amounted to him whining about being lonely and autistic but laden with a lot of swearing which he'd loudly read as "expletive."
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I was in a Pokemon club back in late middle school (kill me now) and it was made insufferable by a fat, pasty white kid named John Noah. Let me go on a brief tangent about John: John was a anime fan, to the point where he would watch it on his Chromebook in the After school program. I legit, watched him put on High School DXD in the back of cafeteria during after school. I would kinda hang out with him because he was usually the only middle schooler in the program. He would also browse reddit and go on r/Namiswan which is a hentai sub for Nami from One Piece. He also owns real swords and got his switch sold by his dad lol. So, he played the "Big Chungus Song" in the club on the teachers projector (The teacher let us put on stuff like Sea Shanties) and he made everybody want to die.
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(I may have already shared this in the Share Your School Stories thread, but can't recall. Whatever.)
Had a genuinely autistic classmate back in elementary. She was the black sheep of the bunch - classmates were nice but nobody really hanged out with her. Reasonable considering she's obsessed with dragons. Like... beyond autistically obsessed. She still brings toy dragons to school and often draws dragons (of generally shit quality) in her notebooks during class. Every time I try to talk to her (I felt bad), it's always dragons, dragons, dragons.
Anyway, in my old school, we held "Foundation Days", which was just a fancy title for the celebration of the school's founding. Dancing competitions were a tradition during these days. Everyone in the school would be divided into teams and would have a few weeks to practice. And these teams were often named around a certain thing.
This time, my team was about dragons.
And so, when I told my autistic classmate about the team I was on during recess, she fucking went full retard mode. Clenched fists to her chest and eyes closed shut as she screeched her heart out. The few students (thank fucking God the canteen were in was nearly empty) that were around shot us surprised and weird stares. I got so fucking spooked by her meltdown that I just stood there, witnessing as this specimen of autism complained like a trust-fund brat how she wanted to be on my team instead of her current one.
Eventually, a teacher came by and wrangled the autist back to her pen. As for me, I just grabbed my sandwich and ate somewhere else. I didn't meet anyone in the eye for the rest of the day.
Now that I think about it, I kinda miss her. She made shit interesting. We managed to be enrolled in the same school up until mid junior high before she transferred to somewhere else, and she was a lot calmer during those times. Was still autistic, though.
Who the fuck am I kidding? She's probably a full blown scalie by now
Had a genuinely autistic classmate back in elementary. She was the black sheep of the bunch - classmates were nice but nobody really hanged out with her. Reasonable considering she's obsessed with dragons. Like... beyond autistically obsessed. She still brings toy dragons to school and often draws dragons (of generally shit quality) in her notebooks during class. Every time I try to talk to her (I felt bad), it's always dragons, dragons, dragons.
Anyway, in my old school, we held "Foundation Days", which was just a fancy title for the celebration of the school's founding. Dancing competitions were a tradition during these days. Everyone in the school would be divided into teams and would have a few weeks to practice. And these teams were often named around a certain thing.
This time, my team was about dragons.
And so, when I told my autistic classmate about the team I was on during recess, she fucking went full retard mode. Clenched fists to her chest and eyes closed shut as she screeched her heart out. The few students (thank fucking God the canteen were in was nearly empty) that were around shot us surprised and weird stares. I got so fucking spooked by her meltdown that I just stood there, witnessing as this specimen of autism complained like a trust-fund brat how she wanted to be on my team instead of her current one.
Eventually, a teacher came by and wrangled the autist back to her pen. As for me, I just grabbed my sandwich and ate somewhere else. I didn't meet anyone in the eye for the rest of the day.
Now that I think about it, I kinda miss her. She made shit interesting. We managed to be enrolled in the same school up until mid junior high before she transferred to somewhere else, and she was a lot calmer during those times. Was still autistic, though.
Who the fuck am I kidding? She's probably a full blown scalie by now
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another sped, this time a confirmed 100% down syndrome. he frequents pubs around town harassing strangers, telling them it's his birthday and he didn't have enough money for a pint. people pitied him all the time so ended up giving him money (including my mum, who now she knows he was lying, wants to punch his cunt in) and often they let him join their conversations too and spastically nod along to their sentences. the 'tism nod - mouth agape, eyes glazed, no sign of intelligent life here.
i managed to make him chimp out one day. i was drinking in a beer garden with my friends, half-drunk, and he asked my friend, who KNOWS he lies about his birthday, for money. i tell him to fuck off and stop begging, to which he grunts like a wild boar and storms back into the pub, but before going inside we're given a fantastic display of an autistic screech accompanied by punching and kicking the air.
on his actual, real, birthday, he tried to come into the pub where i work smashed out of his skull. these were coof times, so we had a manager on the door on weekends to make sure we don't go over capacity. sped can't stand up straight, so he's denied entry. mushbrain doesn't understand this and it has to reiterated to him roughly 3 times that he's not coming in the pub. when he eventually understood, he looked my manager dead in the eyes and shouted 'FUCK YOU', and started running off. the manager shouted 'BARRED' at him and that made him turn straight around, run back up to her, throw his lit cigarette at her face, and scream 'FUCK YOU' again.
writing that reminded me of another pair of exceptional individuals. i'm on the gate having a cigarette with a different manager, and he lets these four people in (two probably 40 year olds, well dressed and clean, and then two mental fucking looking things that could've been anywhere from 40-400, it was an odd combination. i assumed they were wranglers but from their conversations i just think they were all friends). instantly the two mongs at the back started staggering everywhere, so he chases after them because he thinks they're too drunk. chimp out time. 'I'M NOT DRUNK I'M FUCKING DISABLED... FUCKING GET YOU SACKED A WILL' and various swear words and broken sentences were flying out of the male specimen's mouth. the friends were trying to get him to stop screaming and they eventually managed to get them outside the gate, but the male sped wouldn't stop screaming and the female sped started joining in. it took the friends a good 5 minutes to get them both across the road and out of the way, because if they let their strength down for 1 second whilst dragging these two away, they'd break free and go running back towards the gate. it was fucking funny watching a toothless crackhead come charging towards my manager screaming 'WATCH YOUR FUCKING BACK', 'FAT WELSH FUCK', 'I'M GONNA FUCKIN GET YOU' and then watching the wrangler charge to grab him back in order to drag him away again.
i managed to make him chimp out one day. i was drinking in a beer garden with my friends, half-drunk, and he asked my friend, who KNOWS he lies about his birthday, for money. i tell him to fuck off and stop begging, to which he grunts like a wild boar and storms back into the pub, but before going inside we're given a fantastic display of an autistic screech accompanied by punching and kicking the air.
on his actual, real, birthday, he tried to come into the pub where i work smashed out of his skull. these were coof times, so we had a manager on the door on weekends to make sure we don't go over capacity. sped can't stand up straight, so he's denied entry. mushbrain doesn't understand this and it has to reiterated to him roughly 3 times that he's not coming in the pub. when he eventually understood, he looked my manager dead in the eyes and shouted 'FUCK YOU', and started running off. the manager shouted 'BARRED' at him and that made him turn straight around, run back up to her, throw his lit cigarette at her face, and scream 'FUCK YOU' again.
writing that reminded me of another pair of exceptional individuals. i'm on the gate having a cigarette with a different manager, and he lets these four people in (two probably 40 year olds, well dressed and clean, and then two mental fucking looking things that could've been anywhere from 40-400, it was an odd combination. i assumed they were wranglers but from their conversations i just think they were all friends). instantly the two mongs at the back started staggering everywhere, so he chases after them because he thinks they're too drunk. chimp out time. 'I'M NOT DRUNK I'M FUCKING DISABLED... FUCKING GET YOU SACKED A WILL' and various swear words and broken sentences were flying out of the male specimen's mouth. the friends were trying to get him to stop screaming and they eventually managed to get them outside the gate, but the male sped wouldn't stop screaming and the female sped started joining in. it took the friends a good 5 minutes to get them both across the road and out of the way, because if they let their strength down for 1 second whilst dragging these two away, they'd break free and go running back towards the gate. it was fucking funny watching a toothless crackhead come charging towards my manager screaming 'WATCH YOUR FUCKING BACK', 'FAT WELSH FUCK', 'I'M GONNA FUCKIN GET YOU' and then watching the wrangler charge to grab him back in order to drag him away again.
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Literally everyone in my high school's anime club was a fucking black belt autist, which is why I never went to any meetings.
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Bruh, what the fuck is it with autism and swords?
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Back in public High School, I knew this guy who I assume had mild autism, lets call him Jay. Jay was your typical run of the mill autist who actually got along with most people, and sort of became respected in band from what I hear. Me and him would talk about video games such as Megaman, or Earthbound. One day, I was sitting in the library for some virtual class I was doing, and Jay was over there using one of the library computers while another spud was cleaning the keyboards and monitors. Spud gets over to Jay's computer, is about to clean it, and Jay lets out this bloodcurling SCREECH that echos across the library. Librarian comes over and Spud stutters trying to process what just happened.
Spud is an interesting guy in himself. He was in my art class and had a fascination with games like Danganronpa, a weird obsession with LGBT rights (i guess you could expect this from an art class.), and always dressed in these awkward cargo shorts and t-shirts. What made him stand out from other students was his bad stutter and poor temper. I can remember this weird LGBT power fantasy shit he would talk to me about, like a fictional world where LGBTs have superpowers and straight people don't. It was lame as fuck, and I could tell he was wanking LGBTs to try and make them seem cool despite him being a straight white guy himself. One time, I remember a black guy in our class saying something, and Spud stutters out "S-s-s-s-shut the fuck up." This causes black guy to verbally rip into him and make quips like "bitch you stutter so hard you shoot syllables". This resulted in half the class laughing at spud.
Another story I have to share isn't so much my own personal story as it is an account from a friend of mine at the time. There was this one tard we will call Gallops, because sometimes he will randomly start galloping across the room probably as a result of his autism or some shit. He was a bit more on the extreme side than that of Jay, and had more of a poor temper. One time, he was in chess club in Junior High, and he was doing a match against someone. He got cocky and called checkmate like he was hotshit, until his opponent made a move that completely wiped him out. Gallops completely sperges the fuck out, screeches, and flips the chessboard over on the table causing the pieces to fly all over the place. Good times.
Spud is an interesting guy in himself. He was in my art class and had a fascination with games like Danganronpa, a weird obsession with LGBT rights (i guess you could expect this from an art class.), and always dressed in these awkward cargo shorts and t-shirts. What made him stand out from other students was his bad stutter and poor temper. I can remember this weird LGBT power fantasy shit he would talk to me about, like a fictional world where LGBTs have superpowers and straight people don't. It was lame as fuck, and I could tell he was wanking LGBTs to try and make them seem cool despite him being a straight white guy himself. One time, I remember a black guy in our class saying something, and Spud stutters out "S-s-s-s-shut the fuck up." This causes black guy to verbally rip into him and make quips like "bitch you stutter so hard you shoot syllables". This resulted in half the class laughing at spud.
Another story I have to share isn't so much my own personal story as it is an account from a friend of mine at the time. There was this one tard we will call Gallops, because sometimes he will randomly start galloping across the room probably as a result of his autism or some shit. He was a bit more on the extreme side than that of Jay, and had more of a poor temper. One time, he was in chess club in Junior High, and he was doing a match against someone. He got cocky and called checkmate like he was hotshit, until his opponent made a move that completely wiped him out. Gallops completely sperges the fuck out, screeches, and flips the chessboard over on the table causing the pieces to fly all over the place. Good times.
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I made friends with an Autistic kid when I was probably 7 or 8 years old. Never really knew what it was about him at the time but he didn't click well with many people. At the time Legend of Zelda: OoT was in its prime and I was struggling with the water dungeon and didn't have the internet or a guidebook to help. He spent an entire lunch break drawing me maps with arrows, labelling, creating keys for icons and a numbered written guide with exact directions from the start to the finish of the dungeon... At the time I thought it was dope as fuck (and it kinda was) and a sperg actually allowed me to finish that game so I do thank him.
The issues started as we got older and it became clear that Nintendo was the only thing he cared about, but the issues really ramped up when Chamber of Secrets came out (2nd HP film). A rich classmate's parents hired a cinema screen for our class to watch Chamber of Secrets (this was when it was just released too, so must've cost a fucking fortune) and he was naturally invited. Harry Potter became his new obsession and here's why I'm telling you about this. I used to have a couple of hamsters and I had this cool car track with a car with a hamster ball attached (something like this)
The hamster would go inside, you'd build the track and watch the little dude go round. Do recommend, very cute. However, Joe didn't understand that a Hamster is a living animal and as soon as I was showing him the track and how it works he immediately picks the car up (hamster inside) and is running around slinging the car up and down as if it's flying like the fucking flying car scene in Harry Potter. I pleaded with him to be gentle and put it down but he was taller and holding the car above his head making car sounds. Eventually my mother comes in to find out what I'm yelling about and manages to use her parent powers to get him to stop. Wish shit was filmed because it was probably one of the most chaotic things I've ever witnessed in person.
Safe to say he never got invited round again and my poor hamster was shaking for nearly a day ffs.
The issues started as we got older and it became clear that Nintendo was the only thing he cared about, but the issues really ramped up when Chamber of Secrets came out (2nd HP film). A rich classmate's parents hired a cinema screen for our class to watch Chamber of Secrets (this was when it was just released too, so must've cost a fucking fortune) and he was naturally invited. Harry Potter became his new obsession and here's why I'm telling you about this. I used to have a couple of hamsters and I had this cool car track with a car with a hamster ball attached (something like this)
The hamster would go inside, you'd build the track and watch the little dude go round. Do recommend, very cute. However, Joe didn't understand that a Hamster is a living animal and as soon as I was showing him the track and how it works he immediately picks the car up (hamster inside) and is running around slinging the car up and down as if it's flying like the fucking flying car scene in Harry Potter. I pleaded with him to be gentle and put it down but he was taller and holding the car above his head making car sounds. Eventually my mother comes in to find out what I'm yelling about and manages to use her parent powers to get him to stop. Wish shit was filmed because it was probably one of the most chaotic things I've ever witnessed in person.
Safe to say he never got invited round again and my poor hamster was shaking for nearly a day ffs.