The Farmer Game
When I was a little bulb, brothertulip and I would play the Farmer game on all long car journeys to pass the time. It became something of a ritual.

Basically it consisted of saying the word "Farmer" followed by another word, in an attempt to invent an amusingly named fictional agricultural labourer.

So we went through all the words we knew and, as you do when you are small, you think mildly rude words are very funny so Farmers Poo, Piddle, Plop, Bogey, Fart and Willy often made appearances in the back of my dad's Renault Five, resulting in much innocent giggling, and our long-suffering parents would concentrate on eating boiled sweets and arguing about maps.

Then last year, when I was merrily driving us to a family do, and the skies were blue and the birds were tweeting and we were enjoying some quality sibling time, my brother, who does not drive and therefore does not understand the need to be attentive and observant whilst doing so, chose to revive this long-forgotten game at the top of the motorway sliproad, and at the top of his voice.

For some reason, writing "I was momentarily distracted when my brother bellowed FARMER CUNTING FUCKSOCKS" is not acceptable on insurance claim forms.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Sat 22 Nov 2008, 23:39, 4 replies)

You got me
It's too late at night to lol that loud!
(Herr Doktor Lemminge Is bored, so cheer me up!, Sat 22 Nov 2008, 23:57, closed)

You got a bed-lol from me
I also tried to press the back button to post a reply. Stupid brain.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 23 Nov 2008, 0:12, closed)

*Snigger*
I dribbled Nutella down my face.

Also, my mother used to have a Renault 5 when I was a wee fool.

*High five*
( Major Turd for tonight only, Sun 23 Nov 2008, 0:52, closed)

So did mine.
Maybe we're all related?
( warmfuzzies Isn't here, Tue 25 Nov 2008, 20:28, closed)