Head to toe
One of my earliest childhood memories is of walking into the churned up muddy/cow shitty bit by the gate of field on a farm. I was on my own. My boots got stuck, I slipped and fell. I staggered back up the yard with my boots slopping over, full of crap. My mental image is of stepping into the farm kitchen, covered head to toe in a stinking mixture of cow shit and mud, and my mum and her sister laughing and saying that at least it would make me grow, while I burst into tears. Needless to say, I had the last laugh, as I was 6'4" by the time I was 16.
(Smale is stuffed, Mon 6 Feb 2012, 11:35, 6 replies)

Christ! You must be enormous by now, then!

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 6 Feb 2012, 11:39, closed)

You like big boys don't you Vagabond.

( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Mon 6 Feb 2012, 11:52, closed)

Your mum does.
Not that she's ever met anyone big enough to fill her cavernous fanny. Might as well open the window and try to shag the night.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 6 Feb 2012, 11:59, closed)

Thats you that is.
( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Mon 6 Feb 2012, 12:05, closed)

This is you trying to chat up a pretty girl in your sexiest voice:
"Mnnnnnnnnnggggg! Mnnnnnnght! Duhhhhhhhhhh!"
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 6 Feb 2012, 12:15, closed)

It must have been
all that fertilizer.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 1:16, closed)