Today after work, I came across a guy at the pub who I remembered from high school. I didn't remember his name and I might not have ever known it to be honest, but everyone used to call him "Bitch Buns". He was this very short and chubby kid with a disproportionately large ass. Hence the nick name "Bitch Buns"
I remember when we had our camp, a few bullies (I wasn't involved) stripped him naked, tied him up and "buttered his buns" by actually slathering butter all over his ass and then they shoved a piece of peeled ginger up his ass and left him there to writhe in pain in front of everyone. The whole form was watching this and loudly laughing and jeering which caught the attention of one of those camp ground ranger type guys. The poor guy didn't know what to do. I didn't hang around to see how it was resolved but Bitch Buns was bunking in our room and he refused to even talk to any of us after that (which led to more bullying). A couple of the guys (again, I wasn't involved) tried to make him piss himself by putting his hand in warm water while he was asleep but it didn't work, so they all just pissed in an ice cream container and poured their mixed piss on his crotch and slapped him awake telling him he pissed himself. Someone also took a dump in his bag.
Anyway, enough. When I saw him I just blurted out "Bitch Buns! Haven't seen you in so long!" He answered something like "for your information, my name is (I've forgotten again)" and it was doctor whatever name too. I just said ok, well good to see you again. And he said "sure" and that was it. He was there with what was obviously a boyfriend. A fat guy with dyed red hair and I think a colleague. A straight up doctor looking type who didn't hide the wry smile at all when I called him Bitch Buns.
I don't know why, but I don't feel sorry for him at all which is probably bad. The chance encounter just keeps bringing back memories which have had me cracking a smile all day.
