Discussion in 'United Kingdom' started by Wormie2, Mar 14, 2001.
If the red river runs take the dirt track.
I agree with Alpha, this is the funniest thing I've read for a while.
Where are MOT and Poodu?
I'm laughing so hard I'm getting funny looks from around the office.
Shall I go and Pootache the boss??
Ooohhh, man! I so dare you!
If the cottage is thatched...it's time to move in...
nah. I couldn't do that.
wait a minute....who's that.....
Let's pootache Tony Blair!
They call that Stink Palm in Mallrats but they dont wipe the offending finger on the persons upper lip, they get it on their palm and shake hands with the person...
Arun! Do you see what you've done?! Bad boy!
We'll be playing british bull-dog next..
I have no idea what that means.
We called that VICTORY although our rival school called it British Bull Dog.
Man. I still have the scars from playing that bloody game!
We had a version called Woolie War...or something like that!
Woolie war! he he. Farmboy.
British Bull-Dog a defintion
british bulldog n. 1) Game played on grass in which one person tries to rugby tackle one of the other players running from one side of the field to the other, those caught joining the catcher, until all are caught except for one hardcase who then has to survive on his own until the bell goes or he gets beaten up for being a smug ****. 2) This game played on a concrete or tarmac surface, supposedly declared illegal on school property according to rumour.
In one school they decided that playing on tarmac was clearly too dangerous for delicate types and banned it. So some bright spark re-named it Cats Whiskers and they carried on playing...until Daniel Fawkes headbutted a drainpipe and gained a huge hole in his forehead...and then it was subsiquently banned again..
We played on concrete cuz we were hard fae Glesga!
We played it on concrete too in primary school. There were some headcases in that place, I tell you.
Yeah, we playedo n concrete too. Coz we were right ard southern bastards!
We played on hard-court stuff too...that nasty grey type with giant crevasses and lumps and stuff
Ah. Well that confirms it then. You people are crazy.
Nah..just 'ard as nails...unlike you western wussies
It sounds familiar... I think we played it as well
yeah, whys that? Cos we play bull dog when you play "see how many kids I can hit with my M16".
Laughing in the face of danger doesn't always mean you're brave. Often times it means you're insane.