the skin, it be too long!
A friend of mine is an idle sod and many years ago spent a day or so, when he should have been revising for his GCSE exams, making up games around the house - throwing a ball at a wall, tossing pencils in the bin and so on.

Eventually he settled for a session of balancing on the two back legs of his chair, seeing if he can beat his own personal best. Now, he hears his parents pulling up in the drive and in a blur of panic rockets forward in his chair, only to somehow trap his foreskin in the underside of the desk drawer while simultaneously slamming the drawer shut with his stomach.

The same friend invented a game which he called Russian Ru-bell, in which he took a pellet-firing six-shooter toy pistol (with one chamber loaded) and would hand the gun around with friends, each taking turns to fire the gun point blank into the exposed helmet of the old chap. Relief or pure agony followed the discharge of said weapon into one's ... well, weapon.

The really hardcore version involved aiming the gun point blank down the jap's eye. As a 'live one' would almost certainly lead to a trip to the accident unit with a hard ornage plastic bullet lodged halfway down the wee chute, this game was only ever played once. We felt that we were living on borrowed time and luckily nobody fired a live one.

Other games included 'Ball Daniels', in which a power ball was pelted by one participant to the floor and into the open legs of the opponent. Trousers must be hoiked up and the 'target's' eyes must be shut.

I never took part. Honest.
(bobby bumcheeks, Tue 18 Jul 2006, 10:48, Reply)