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» The most childish thing you've done as an adult
microwave curry
Me and my brother were playing the GI Joe boardgame.
We were sharing one set of pyjamas and i was controlling his arms and legs, throwing things everywhere and kicking a lot. Obviously this was amusing, so amusing in fact that my brother started to shout that he needed to poo.
I thought it would be funny to delay his run to the toilet so i stopped him from wrigling free from the pyjama bottoms. Eventually, and after much yelling i let him go just as a big old bum cigar fell out of the bottom of the pyjama leg and rolled under a chair.
The funist thing i have ever seen, as my mum ran in to find out why we were yelling and wretched at the smell, seeing one son crying and pointing at a poo stained leg, the other crying with laughter and pointing at a poo on a dining room floor.
We were 10 and 7 repectively.
(Fri 18th Sep 2009, 2:05, More)
microwave curry
Me and my brother were playing the GI Joe boardgame.
We were sharing one set of pyjamas and i was controlling his arms and legs, throwing things everywhere and kicking a lot. Obviously this was amusing, so amusing in fact that my brother started to shout that he needed to poo.
I thought it would be funny to delay his run to the toilet so i stopped him from wrigling free from the pyjama bottoms. Eventually, and after much yelling i let him go just as a big old bum cigar fell out of the bottom of the pyjama leg and rolled under a chair.
The funist thing i have ever seen, as my mum ran in to find out why we were yelling and wretched at the smell, seeing one son crying and pointing at a poo stained leg, the other crying with laughter and pointing at a poo on a dining room floor.
We were 10 and 7 repectively.
(Fri 18th Sep 2009, 2:05, More)