I explained on one of the motm threads once.
I went to something we called 'residential school'. Residential meant you had to leave home, and reside at the school. I won't say it was exactly the greatest experience of my life. That was back in the days the staff were allowed to beat us. Beating was totally nothing compared to the mental torture I got there.
Some friends and I got it in our heads to start calling another kid 'Weaselcracker'. It made no sense and had no meaning at all we just liked the sound of it. But I guess the other kid didn't feel the same way because he narced to one of the prefects (junior Nazis) and we got dragged into a room and interrogated for hours. The 'Master' (senior Nazi) could not
believe that it had no meaning. Creativity was never one of that guy's strong points. The interrogation went on and on and on into the night while he tried all kind of ways to get us to confess the meaning of the terrible word. He kept coming up with different theories about what we must have meant by it. But he never found out - because there was nothing
to find no matter how much he freaked the fuck out, which is exactly what he did. It drove him totally mad, like foaming at the mouth insane and his face was as red as a tomato. I'm not sure he even recovered.
We got beat hard for that one. lol! As usual. Seemed like I got caned nearly every time I opened my mouth in those days.
We got lots of laughs later over his reaction to the dreaded word 'Weaselcracker'. It was kind of a good memory knowing how much we screwed that guy up over something that meant nothing at all.
Anyway- it was just something that popped into my head when I couldn't think of a name joining here. I regretted it instantly but then got stuck with it.