The laughing skunk
There was this guy at school. The poor guy was mentally challenged—or at least that’s what everyone thought. He was missing a few screws. No matter what you said to him, he’d just laugh, and he’d do absolutely anything you told him.
One time we even got him to eat rocks because we told him they were candy. We also made him chew leaves, and he just kept laughing while chewing them. He smelled like a skunk too, so everyone nicknamed him “The Laughing Skunk.”
He had these glasses where one side was literally held together with tape. One day during physics class I drew a swastika on his glasses with a permanent marker, and I ended up getting sent to the principal’s office. 😂
Then Petigeci drew a penis on them too, but he only got a warning from the teacher.
For some reason the kid really liked hanging around with us. He was always with us during breaks and even walked home with us after school. He laughed all the time like, “huh huh huh huh,” constantly.
Petigeci taught him how to imitate a rooster, and after that he’d do it all the time. Everyone would crack up.
“Zsombor, do the rooster!”
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!” 😂
One time we went on a class trip. As soon as the teachers disappeared for the evening, everyone started drinking. We were partying pretty hard.
Then I said, “Petigeci, let’s sneak over and peek at the girls in the showers!”
Well, this idiot followed us too, and we couldn’t get rid of him.
Petigeci and I climbed up to a window. Our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Györgyi, happened to be showering, so we peeked for a second. Then about six girls came in.
I said, “Come on, Zsombor, you’ll finally see a naked girl—you’ve never seen one before!”
He climbed up… and immediately started going, “Huh huh huh huh…”
I whispered, “Oh no… Petigeci, let’s get out of here before we’re caught!”
We were climbing down when this moron shouted, “Zsombor! Do the rooster!”
And Zsombor immediately started crowing from the window.
The girls noticed instantly and screamed so loudly I swear the next campsite over must have heard them.
Meanwhile this maniac just kept doing the rooster even louder.
We started running, and then Petigeci started screaming too. The alcohol had completely gone to his head.
We hid in the restroom. About half an hour later we tried sneaking back, but Mrs. Györgyi was already waiting outside the cabin. She slapped both of us so hard my ears were ringing.
That was the end of the trip for us. All three of us were moved to separate accommodations, and after that we weren’t allowed to leave the bus except to use the bathroom.
Still… we’ve laughed about it ever since.
When we got home, Monday morning there was a disciplinary hearing in the principal’s office. They split us into different classes, and even my parents banned Petigeci and me from seeing each other for a whole year.
As for “The Laughing Skunk,” he was transferred to a special education school.