THEBIGJOHNSTEADER; Posted 16 January 2013 Posted 16 January 2013 I used to fling cowpats on passers by down the fields. Fresh ones. Complete mess
Tommy G Posted 16 January 2013 Posted 16 January 2013 Put slugs and snails in the road and watch cars run them over When a bit older, order heaps and heaps of holiday brochures to my mates house Book tables at restaurants for my mates parents, once we booked 6 tables at one night and they had the restaurants ringing them up asking where they were On reflection at 24, I now find it all a bit cringe
Vacamion Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 Games of fox and hounds that sometimes would go on for nights. Foggy Hounds! Loved it.
flowwolf Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 Putting a full can of expanding foam hole filler up the exhaust of the local child haters car
Captain... Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 Putting a full can of expanding foam hole filler up the exhaust of the local child haters car Child hater, oh for the days when hating children was the greatest crime and not the opposite.
flowwolf Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 Child hater, oh for the days when hating children was the greatest crime and not the opposite. I'm sure every area had/ has one. Our local misery guts used to come out and sprinkle ashes on our slides we had made in the winter on the roads. When he died his rotten old cow of a wife carried on doing it even claiming it was his cremation ashes she was using.
Captain... Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 I'm sure every area had/ has one. Our local misery guts used to come out and sprinkle ashes on our slides we had made in the winter on the roads. When he died his rotten old cow of a wife carried on doing it even claiming it was his cremation ashes she was using. Give me a child hater over a child lover any day of the week.
flowwolf Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 Give me a child hater over a child lover any day of the week. Hang on we are not talking peado here just some miserable bastards
Vacamion Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 Hang on we are not talking peado here just some miserable bastards You mean this sort of thing: 'If that ball comes over this fence I'll fuggin' burst it!' Aaaah, memories.
Captain... Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 Hang on we are not talking peado here just some miserable bastards Yeah I know, I'm just saying how much nicer it was to only worry about child haters, and not child lovers which seems to be the preoccupation of most these days.
MooseBreath Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 You mean this sort of thing: 'If that ball comes over this fence I'll fuggin' burst it!' Aaaah, memories. Yeah you do that mate, then we'll throw rocks through your greenhouse windows, again.
Guest BlueBrett Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 Yeah you do that mate, then we'll throw rocks through your greenhouse windows, again. And finger your daughter
Vacamion Posted 17 January 2013 Posted 17 January 2013 Yeah you do that mate, then we'll throw rocks through your greenhouse windows, again. Just to be clear, I was a kicker, not a burster.
Parafox Posted 18 January 2013 Author Posted 18 January 2013 We use to kidnap peoples cats and shave the word cvnt on the sides. Happy days. I wondered where our cat went.
Parafox Posted 18 January 2013 Author Posted 18 January 2013 We used to sneak round the back of the working men's club and nick the empty bottles then take them to the "offy" and get money on the returns. The shop guy never did question why 3 lads had about 20 empty pop bottles... in a crate
flowwolf Posted 19 January 2013 Posted 19 January 2013 I wondered where our cat went. Yes the mysterious case of the Catnap. If yours was the big ginger tom the reason you never got it back is because we sold it to Wans cafe on Kingy Road.
The Quick Brown Fox Posted 20 January 2013 Posted 20 January 2013 We used to put milk bottles on people's door handles, knock, run and hide and wait for the smash.
Soar Fox Posted 20 January 2013 Posted 20 January 2013 I used to live near the great central way, me and my friend would go down the embankment and there was always loads of bricks. So we would make a knee high wall and when cyclists approached it they'd have to get of there bikes and move the bricks out the way. Me and my friend would then be at the top of the embankment pelting them with water bombs.
Vlad the Fox Posted 29 October 2013 Posted 29 October 2013 Next to a river near where we live their used to be an old building (water tower or pump or something) which was also right next to a very popular fishing spot. During the day we would set up an elaborate pulley system suspending a great boulder hidden in a tree above this fishing spot with the rope leading to the roof of this building, we'd then carry an arsenal of rocks onto the roof. We'd then go back in the evenings, sneak up onto the roof and release the rope which would drop this boulder with a great splash bang in front of the fisherman. We'd then launch the rest of our rocks into the swim until they eventually packed up and ****ed off. It was hilarious watching these angry fishermen from above as they paced around the building, looking behind trees and old logs making murderous threats yet looking completely confused when these rocks still went flying into their swim and they couldn't find anyone.
Beliall Posted 29 October 2013 Posted 29 October 2013 One for Ozleicester. Pull the legs off daddy long legs. Only occasionally though and it was a phase I went through. I never ate them so I was kind in that respect. May have done other stuff but overall I was pretty boring and behaved myself. Not like a normal teenager. I used to do that, untill I awoke one night to see one on my nose , buzzing away. scared the crap out of me and I avoided them ever since. still cant stand to be near them. the noise will haunt me forever.
MPH Posted 29 October 2013 Posted 29 October 2013 When I used to do my paper round on a Sunday morning I would kneel down on the door step of a home I was about to deliver to , so that I could 'tie my shoe laces' and drink one of the bottles of milk they would have. Sneak the empty bottle into my paper bag and dispose of it round the corner. It would be typical of me to do this 3-4 times on a Sunday morning. So if you lived in the Clarendon Park / Queens rd area in the late 80's early 90's then and had a sunday paper...... Sorry about that!!
MooseBreath Posted 29 October 2013 Posted 29 October 2013 When I used to do my paper round on a Sunday morning I would kneel down on the door step of a home I was about to deliver to , so that I could 'tie my shoe laces' and drink one of the bottles of milk they would have. Sneak the empty bottle into my paper bag and dispose of it round the corner. It would be typical of me to do this 3-4 times on a Sunday morning. So if you lived in the Clarendon Park / Queens rd area in the late 80's early 90's then and had a sunday paper...... Sorry about that!! That wasn't always just milk. And I had aids.
notnow john Posted 29 October 2013 Posted 29 October 2013 That wasn't always just milk. And I had aids. Didn't realise they'd found a cure!
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