Me and my brother were bored
My mum and stepdad were out, so we started wrestling in the living room. One thing led to another, and he ended up slamming me into the door, which in turn slammed into the wall behind it, putting a massive hole in the plaster. Fearing the inevitable beating we'd receive, we desperately tried to come up with a solution. After failing with the Polyfilla, the best we could come up with was using the door to conceal the hole in the hope that nobody would notice, which of course somebody did.

I was 20, he was 22. Neither of us lived at home. We were just visiting for the weekend. And we still took a beating.
(Keiths Dad, Thu 17 Sep 2009, 22:47, 1 reply)

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my brother and I, before we moved out, would wrestle any chance we got when my parents were out - usually with friends as well.

One time, having barely started i launched my brother onto his bed - his foot went through the plaster wall under his window. The next 4 hours were spent getting very creative with newspaper, polyfilla, and the remains of the wallpaper and paste. It took my dad 5 years to notice!
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Thu 17 Sep 2009, 23:01, closed)