Thrown away: The stuff you loved and lost.
Smash Wogan writes, "we all love our Mums, but we all know that Mums can be cunts, throwing out our carefully hoarded crap that we know is going to be worth millions some day."
What priceless junk have you lost because someone just threw it out?
Zero points for "all my porn". Unless it was particularly good porn...
( , Thu 14 Aug 2008, 16:32)
Smash Wogan writes, "we all love our Mums, but we all know that Mums can be cunts, throwing out our carefully hoarded crap that we know is going to be worth millions some day."
What priceless junk have you lost because someone just threw it out?
Zero points for "all my porn". Unless it was particularly good porn...
( , Thu 14 Aug 2008, 16:32)
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I have to say...
...God bless my mum, but she's generally quite good at not throwing things away. Mainly because of the OCD and (previosly mentioned) kiwi frugality. I swear she'd have been a nun if she hadn't loved teh cock so much (6 kids, work it out...)
Anyway - I'm digressing in the first paragraph, which is uncommon for me. Back in the early 90's when I was a callow and impressionable youth, there was a fad for pogs, which for those of you who don't know, are sort of card discs that you played an incredibly convoluted game involving throwing plastic circular things called slammers. Now, these cards and slammers were covered in captivating images and so on to attract young lads with pocket money to burn. So anyhoo, one day I opened a packet of pogs, which came in sealed packets a bit like football stickers. These contained about 10 pogs and one slammer. I pulled out a slammer that was painted silver. Now these were rare. So rare, that I had never seen one, and only heard of their fabled poggy fame. Let's face it - this was the closest I was ever going to get to winning the lottery. These slammers could go to a collector for a few hundred quid. I knew this thanks to the POG comic that did the rounds.
I treasured my slammer. I never did somewthing as foolish as to take it to school, apart from one day to show my mates. Otherwise it lived in my room, on my desk, just waiting for the day when someone would want to buy it.
A few days later I came home from school. Now, I should advise due to an unfortunate incident involving a tennis ball* I had broken my bedside light. Nothing severe - the base needed fixing, and my dad being a handy man with araldite and stuff had agreed to fix it.
"Oh Undercover," he said. "I've fixed your lamp. Hope you don't mind, but I used that plastic thing on your desk to mix the glues on. Didn't look important."
My heart stopped. He must have meant another plastic thing on my desk. Yeah. Yeah. I have loads of plastic things on my desk. Ahahahaha....
Nope
Bollocks.
One thing that I learn't about araldite is that it strips the extremely rare silver paint off a pog slammer like white spirit.
*and me being a cock.
( , Sat 16 Aug 2008, 5:58, 1 reply)
...God bless my mum, but she's generally quite good at not throwing things away. Mainly because of the OCD and (previosly mentioned) kiwi frugality. I swear she'd have been a nun if she hadn't loved teh cock so much (6 kids, work it out...)
Anyway - I'm digressing in the first paragraph, which is uncommon for me. Back in the early 90's when I was a callow and impressionable youth, there was a fad for pogs, which for those of you who don't know, are sort of card discs that you played an incredibly convoluted game involving throwing plastic circular things called slammers. Now, these cards and slammers were covered in captivating images and so on to attract young lads with pocket money to burn. So anyhoo, one day I opened a packet of pogs, which came in sealed packets a bit like football stickers. These contained about 10 pogs and one slammer. I pulled out a slammer that was painted silver. Now these were rare. So rare, that I had never seen one, and only heard of their fabled poggy fame. Let's face it - this was the closest I was ever going to get to winning the lottery. These slammers could go to a collector for a few hundred quid. I knew this thanks to the POG comic that did the rounds.
I treasured my slammer. I never did somewthing as foolish as to take it to school, apart from one day to show my mates. Otherwise it lived in my room, on my desk, just waiting for the day when someone would want to buy it.
A few days later I came home from school. Now, I should advise due to an unfortunate incident involving a tennis ball* I had broken my bedside light. Nothing severe - the base needed fixing, and my dad being a handy man with araldite and stuff had agreed to fix it.
"Oh Undercover," he said. "I've fixed your lamp. Hope you don't mind, but I used that plastic thing on your desk to mix the glues on. Didn't look important."
My heart stopped. He must have meant another plastic thing on my desk. Yeah. Yeah. I have loads of plastic things on my desk. Ahahahaha....
Nope
Bollocks.
One thing that I learn't about araldite is that it strips the extremely rare silver paint off a pog slammer like white spirit.
*and me being a cock.
( , Sat 16 Aug 2008, 5:58, 1 reply)
They were worth that much??
Bugger, I had one of those! I just played with it as normal. I loved Pogs. Getting the full collection of Merlin slammers, all of the pogs from series 2, ahh those were the days. Funnily enough they're one of the things I haven't got round to collecting from my parents loft yet.
( , Sun 17 Aug 2008, 16:58, closed)
Bugger, I had one of those! I just played with it as normal. I loved Pogs. Getting the full collection of Merlin slammers, all of the pogs from series 2, ahh those were the days. Funnily enough they're one of the things I haven't got round to collecting from my parents loft yet.
( , Sun 17 Aug 2008, 16:58, closed)
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