What was it you said last week? "Only sad ****s come on not606 at weekends. Not me though, I'm too busy shagging loads of burds" What were you doing on here most of the weekend? Mocking up pictures of two blokes you don't even know
You took me right back there. Substitute Tizer for Red Lemonade, and throw in a box of bangers just before Guy Fawkes, and you've got a 70s childhood summed up.
Nostalgia continues... I just remembered what happened when we found a breadboard or a tattie sack or a coal sack. Straight to the bing so you ride them down the side of it till they were ruined. Then back home mawkit, bruised, and bleeding for a slap around the heid and an early bath
Metal kitchen trays were brilliant. Took off like a ****ing rocket and kept gong till you hit a rock or a stump and the tray stopped but you didnae!
We never had a haunted hoose in the area. We did use to play ouji board though. Torn up bits of paper with the alphabet on and a glass in the middle. Scared the **** out ourselves.
i remember cheating at the ouija board and fixing all the answers the only **** who believed it has had a miserable experience ever since , he was raped, turned into a junky and got the jail about a hundred times im pretty sure the spirits didnt mention any of that to him
Yeah, that's exactly what I said. Or rather I said at the weekends I'm out getting my hole or trying to get my hole. Most of the weekend? I was on Sunday for a bit & then Sunday night to post some pictures. The doesn't half exaggerate
Sure Medro, sure. You said you don't come on at weekends because that's for sad ****s. Then you were on most of the weekend posting mocked up pictures of other men. "For sure me old Leprauchan, I don't go on to your not606 at the weekends there because I'm too busy shagging all the girls, dontcha know"
We went scrumping once and I ripped my jeans climbing back over the fence. My dad gave me one slap with the slipper and then said "nice apples though son". If I hadn't bought them back he'd have probably broken my nose
The slipper That wiz ma maw's weapon of choice. She was deadly accurate at throwing it at you across the room. It was like that Eddie Murphy slipper routine in ma hoose when we were weans.
I remember my da used to crack his belt together to scare the **** out of us and it worked. One of my brothers was a drummer and I remember him ****in around and then bein cheeky to my ma, he started laughing and ran downstairs only for her to lift his drumstick and launch it straight at him. As he got to the bottom stair it cracked him right on the back of the head and he hit the ground like a sack of ****. She immediately felt guilty and started apologising but me & my other brother couldn't stop laughing.
My old man used to take his belt off but neevr used it. Then one day he took it off and his trousers fell down and we all asolutely killed ourseleves laughing- that's when he started using the slipper instead! Bikes were alwys great - there was a massive building site around us and we used to play there for hours at a time riingup and down ramps, doing tricks etc. As Trev just said, it's amazing how fearless you were as a kid!
They were like heat seekig missiles - if they'd conscripted all the mothers in Britain we'd have saved a bloody fortune on the defence budget!
