» Crappy Prizes

Smartie meltdown....
When I was in junior school we had an annual leavers fete, where the year 6 kids had to make tat and sell it to us etc. I went in for the "how many smarties in the jar" quiz, with a guess of 207. 2 hrs later 2 year 6's walk in with my smarties! damn right i'd won!

Started scoffing them on the way home, and by dinner time, id finished the lot. My brother then pointed out that the scabby years six's had touched each and every one of my smarties in order to count them. He then proceeded with a graphic descrition of what year six boys do with their hands, which made me promptly throw up in a rainbow of colour and mulch! Cheers Jord.
(Thu 4th Aug 2005, 17:42, More)

» I just don't get it

The Riot Act
I always thought it was a real "act" law thingey that people somehow knew off by heart and were ready to quote at rowdy folk when called upon. Quite disappointing when i discovered the truth aged 22.
(Thu 31st Mar 2005, 15:01, More)

» Injured Siblings

Ride em Cowgirl
Like lots of 4 year old girls at the time, I loved ponies and horses. After begging my mum for one yet again and being refused ( mean cow) I decided to persuade my 3year old brother to act as a pony so that I could ride him round the lounge. I decided to doing a flying mount, as seen on spaghetti westerns and the like, and jumped on him from the 4th stair up. I was a chubby little bugger, and my brother was a particularly delicate little thing, so inevitably I broke his arm and collar bone. Never did get that pony.


EDIT: And we had to spend all the potential pony money on presents for him, after he had 2 operations as his balls hadnt dropped! What a bloomin liberty!!!
(Thu 18th Aug 2005, 14:22, More)