dubmeup wrote:
Get some A4 paper down and twist your balls and imagine you're a human etch-a-sketch!

oioioi wrote:
you got that post in just in time!

frankly i'm rather pleased with the results, i got a fairly good rendition of a car and a passable house out of it. i did struggle with the wheels of the car though. it seems circles are rather beyond my ball bags mobility. the doctor is coming round in a bit to try and reattach the testies to the cream duct.

It's a good job he didn't tell you to emulate spirograph then, or you'd have been in all kinds of trouble.

How can you moderate this site? When the moderators are the wierdest fucks on here.

i spent a childhood devoid of both etch a sketch and spirograph, which is frankly unacceptable. having tried genital etch a sketching i think its fair to say that your right gilly. its a recipe for a todger disaster of epic proportion.
i think it best that i dont attempt to address my childhood desire for a newtons cradle too eh...

spyrograph?

with a bollock on each wheely thing?

jhado wrote:
Yes.

dubmeup wrote:
Did you have Ker-Plunk?

oioioi wrote:
I still have this.




I beat it, one time only and only because it dominated my life to the point where there was nothing else in existence. One time was good enough for me though... so I won

So you had electronic toys and a couch? You're well posh!

never had kerplunk, did have buckaroo though. as a teeny weeny, lego was my ting, later it was all about subbuteo.

as for simon...well really...total decandence...

oioioi wrote:
Yeah right

Along with that... we also had coats on the bed instead of extra blankets cuz there wasn't any extra's.
Hot water bottles that were actually glass fizzy juice bottles filled with very hot water then inserted into dads socks.
A childhood spent having to go round to the neighbours on the tap, (usually in my fucking nighty just to add insult!) because we'd ran out of either milk or sugar and I was the oldest so it was my 'job'.
And entire summer holidays spent being dragged out in the morning at a stupid o'clock to board the 'tattie bus' and having to work bloody hard on a field all fucking day.... before returning home at 'suppertime' to be greeted by half the neighbourhood playing in the street and laughing at the state of us (me) getting off the bus

So yeah, real posh I was

You had fizzy juice bottles, we needed the money back on them to buy the weeks food

I'm not trying to compete with you Sketts, but my dad made us go and collect horse manure from the neighbouring field for our garden, with no spades. No good reason - we had spades. He was just a bastard!

psketti wrote:

oh for the days when kids could get sweetie money from collecting corona and strongbow bottles...
i also had a good little earner from honesty boxing veg that me ma made us grow.
ah memories. trying to beat the blue tits to the top of the milk and the brother to the hot crust of the fresh bread...

MrsGood wrote:

psketti wrote:
So you used to get on the wagon at Willowbrook shops, fucking hard work that was picking spuds.

BASTARD OI!!!

psketti wrote:
Well, I ask thee, a tattie bus? When I were a lad we used to have to get up and carry folk like you to the tattie field.