Aye, you and your friends, fat Boab, Soapy Souter and wee Eck, must ae hud loads o' fun knockin' the cap of PC Murdoch and trying to catch a glimpse of Primrose Petterson's knickers.
fuxake , that happened to me. Split heid. Feels and sounds like sumbdy let off a spring inside yer napper Building sites were Mecca. A lad my age at the time (12) got squashed flat because him and his pals were rolling around huge concrete pipes just for the hell of it. One of them rolled back and nailed him. But, that was how ye got yer fun until ye discovered booze and burds.
We used to goto the building sites and just ruin them I mind we kept going round to these new houses the were building and knocked down the foundations for about 4 days on the trot. ****s ended up hiring security guards
I'm guessing you were the dramatic kid, always putting on shows and performances for your doting mother and worried father.
all this nostalgia just made me remember the phantom ****ter ... we had a pure daycent camp built and a couple of others tried to take it over , it rained rocks for a good 20 minutes but we stood firm. Next day we arrived at the camp to find a big **** in the middle of the floor in the shape of a dollar sign It's never been confirmed but Jason S..w has always been the number 1 suspect hmm how did he get it in the dollar shape ? why put it in a $ shape ? what did he wipe his hole with ? so many questions
It's funny because it was probably a jakey and the fact it was shaped like a dollar sign just proves he was bored
Ye wiped yer arse with dokey leaves. That's whit we called them anyway. Same leaves ye scrunched up and rubbed on stinging nettle burns. That didny work either
Sure Medro. You stick to mocking up images of other men on your computer. Don't die a virgin Medro - believe it or not, there are women out there desperate enough to shag an unemployed bigot with a forehead like a serving tray and breath that could strip wallpaper. I say desperate. What I mean is they'll lie down with you if you pay them.
Doc leaves. Didny help ****ing anything I was majorly disappointed when I first tried that on a leg full of stings.
Building sites were fantastic. I remember we made up a great game were everyone climbs down a man hole, before the sewage system was in place. We would all climb in and someone would pour a bag of gravel in until it filled up with dust then cover the top. The winner stayed in the longest.
Doggy leaves we call um but there was none within 15-20 feet of the **** because we had a wooden floor in our camp an all
the haunted house was another good one years back , it was just a derelict old building but sure bein 11 or 12 it had to be haunted with a load of bullshit story you'ld give yerself the willies before you even climbed through the window
There was a hospital in perth like that, ****s were trying to grow weed in it and that. Others just pished on the radiator so that the places reeked off pish.