There was one when I was at college. He’d set up his bullshit rants. “Look at the snow out there, crisp” and then proceed to regale us with tales of motorcycle accidents on black ice. He came in bruised up which a shiner once and the tales of the underground fight scene spewed forth.
I got fed up of him in the end and put posters up around college that read
“BULLSHIT TUITION: SEE BILLY. FOR JUST FIVE POUNDS I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO TURN A TRIP TO THE SHOP FOR SOME FAGS INTO A DRAMATIC ENCOUNTER WITH A PYSCHO KICK-BOXER”
Shortly after the bullshit dried up.
I got fed up of him in the end and put posters up around college that read
“BULLSHIT TUITION: SEE BILLY. FOR JUST FIVE POUNDS I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO TURN A TRIP TO THE SHOP FOR SOME FAGS INTO A DRAMATIC ENCOUNTER WITH A PYSCHO KICK-BOXER”
Shortly after the bullshit dried up.