Hunt the **** we called it.
And then there was a black boy round our bit for a while, the name changed to hunt the ******
He used to love it too
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Hunt the **** we called it.
And then there was a black boy round our bit for a while, the name changed to hunt the ******
He used to love it too
Hunt the **** we called it.
And then there was a black boy round our bit for a while, the name changed to hunt the ******
He used to love it too
FS
The only blacks I seen growing up were Brits, the abuse they got
Runnin' down a row of gardens over the fences?
There was always a couple of ****in' dogs
Again highlighting the lack of imagination in the Highland schoolboy this game was known to me as "Garden Jumping"
Aye, it's all fun and games until you fall head first into a ****ing garden pond
Aye, it's all fun and games until you fall head first into a ****ing garden pond
There was no ****in' ponds were I grew up
you are all describing "ob's" - over backies!
and it was heads and volleys
and predator trainers were and always will be ****e on a stick
and it was heads and volleys
and predator trainers were and always will be ****e on a stick
Another game we played was "Get a chase off Accie the farmer"
He used to shoot at us with rock salt from the shotgun. He got my pal Fat Dave Cola when he was wearing shorts one summer. I'd say it was the loudest I'd heard him scream but it's the same boy who did a ****e on a building site and wiped his arse with loft insulation.
He used to shoot at us with rock salt from the shotgun. He got my pal Fat Dave Cola when he was wearing shorts one summer. I'd say it was the loudest I'd heard him scream but it's the same boy who did a ****e on a building site and wiped his arse with loft insulation.
we had a ****ing belter of a grand national. what a buzz that was. the last two hedges were massive. about 30 hedges in total
and predator trainers were and always will be ****e on a stick
not when you're 11
predators werent out when i was 11 but still.....
any adidas torsion when i was that age was the bomb - but zx8000s especially!
does anyone remember when the weekend consisted of half an acid at the shops??
This poor **** had loads of nicknames.
Dirk
Warthog
Davey Warthog
Fat Dave
Davey Cola
& Pumbaa
we had the alphabet gairdy aswell. it was the back gardens of the grand national. called alphabet as there was 26 gardens (clever lads) don't think I ever got past H, it was ****ing solid!!