Impromptu Games You Play
Me and the missus were at London Zoo the other day. We invented a great game called "Spot the Paedo." We counted about 8 single men with suspicious facial hair before the end of the day. What games have you made up on the spot to play with your friends?
( , Mon 29 Mar 2004, 15:50)
Me and the missus were at London Zoo the other day. We invented a great game called "Spot the Paedo." We counted about 8 single men with suspicious facial hair before the end of the day. What games have you made up on the spot to play with your friends?
( , Mon 29 Mar 2004, 15:50)
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Talking of "Flinch"
I used to work for a bank and we used to play something like this but using things like rolls of sellotape, bottles of Tipp-ex and those "£5 in silver" weights. Anyway, one night two of us were happily hurling a bottle of Tipp-ex at each other, gradually getting faster and faster, until I chucked it so hard it might well have gone into orbit. My mate stepped aside and I watched in horror as the bottle smacked into the door of the mahogany cupboards we had behind the counter and exploded. Needless to say, we legged it.
The next morning I got in early and scraped as much of the now dried Tipp-ex from the wood. Moments later the chief cashier came around and saw the little pile of white powder on the floor. She went a bit mad, then pinned the blame firmly on Rentokil who had been in the day before putting traps and chemicals down to get rid of mice and creepy-crawlies. I did my best not to laugh as she marched off to phone them.
( , Mon 29 Mar 2004, 17:04, Reply)
I used to work for a bank and we used to play something like this but using things like rolls of sellotape, bottles of Tipp-ex and those "£5 in silver" weights. Anyway, one night two of us were happily hurling a bottle of Tipp-ex at each other, gradually getting faster and faster, until I chucked it so hard it might well have gone into orbit. My mate stepped aside and I watched in horror as the bottle smacked into the door of the mahogany cupboards we had behind the counter and exploded. Needless to say, we legged it.
The next morning I got in early and scraped as much of the now dried Tipp-ex from the wood. Moments later the chief cashier came around and saw the little pile of white powder on the floor. She went a bit mad, then pinned the blame firmly on Rentokil who had been in the day before putting traps and chemicals down to get rid of mice and creepy-crawlies. I did my best not to laugh as she marched off to phone them.
( , Mon 29 Mar 2004, 17:04, Reply)
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