(believe that and the sun comes out at night)
... cheers.
my father put my son on a slide (slippery dip to you!) (thankfully a plastic one) not realising he'd recently filled his disposable nappy
son moved down the slide ... nappy didn't move too far ... Grandad moved VERY fast to catch nappy and all that was inside and son and call out "ummmmmm Crimmmmmmmyyyyy"
lesson learnt - always check grandchild has pants on OVER disposable AND nappy isn't "full" before sending them down slide
also imagine what they'd think if they knew we rode our bikes around without helmets on ... and rode in cars with no safety belts / restraints of ANY kind ... or going for rides in Dad's trailer ...
... that is sooooo funny!... cheers.
Lol Mr S, your parents were the ultimate pranksters as far as I am concerned. Glad you still have that tash (laughing at the thought of you trying to trim it whilst drunk).
You do know how green with envy I am of you having seen David Bowie/Ziggy Stardust at the Glass Spider concert. I recently read a book about him and a few weeks ago, "Rage" on ABC had about 5 hrs of his music playing non-stop. We have great taste in music eh?
I am really enjoying reading other peoples posts here too. That wallpaper is hysterical and so very kitschy which suits me just fine
Ooh remembering in high school, the art classroom was right above the teachers' carpark. Bad, bad idea whoever designed our school.
Many a teacher's car got bombed with clay balls. I of course would never dream of doing such a dastardly thing
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...I remember that our School train used to go by the Meatworks factory on the way to School and on the way home every day... in the mid hot summer days the stench made you want to heave... we always tried to hold our breath as we went past it but you never could all the way... Urgh!...
I remember as a kid my mum decided whether we should get vhs or beta. Right choice made
I remember when we got an Atari and we all spent hours and hours playing that thing.
...I remember when I was... I don't know... 18 or 19 maybe... that my brother and I asked mum and dad if we could wallpaper our bedroom and that we would pay for the wallpaper and we would do all of the work... they happily said... "yes!"... really quickly because they weren't paying for it... bad mistake... when we did it we wouldn't allow them to see it until we had finished it... we finally got it done and we were so proud of ourselves and were grinning like Cheshire Cats... when we let them come in to see it they were greeted by 164 topless women!... (yes we counted them)... lol!... mum was horrified and dad laughed his head off!... mum got the shits with dad because he laughed and then he turned to us to tell us off for doing it lol!... here is the only actual photo of the wallpaper and me at around 18 or 19 methinks... (that's my hair just after I got in cut really short from my waistline up to my shoulders that I was telling you all about before lol!)...
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...years later (after we had moved out)... they had decided to make the bedroom into a sewing room type of thing and mum and dad decided to get us back for us putting up that wallpaper...one day they rang us at our respective homes and asked the both of us around to their house... we had our wives with us... as we walked in mum and dad sat my brother and I down and were really serious when they started to talk to us.. they said something like... "boys... we've been sort of putting this away for you two for quite a long time now and have come to a decision to hand this to you now... don't waste it... here you are"...
...they handed us two envelopes that looked like they had wads of banded cash in them... they were so thick and we both instantly thought... "oh wow!... we're rich!"... (I even had a new car picked out in my head within 2 seconds flat)... lol!... we both did a little 'thankyou' types of speech and opened the envelopes...
...they had taken almost a week to take the time to cut up the old wallpaper from our bedroom with nothing but a pair of scissors and a ruler and pen into the exact size of $50 dollar notes and had even taken the time to band them all together just so that it would look like massive wads of cash!... (there went my new car!)... lol!...
...I will never forget their howls of laughter that seemed to go on for hours... both my brother and I were completely red faced as our wives and even my sister (she was in on it the rotten thing) laughed at us... lol!... I felt such a complete tit!... (pun intended)... after we recovered from shock my brother and I tipped our hats off to them for fooling us so well... how they didn't laugh when they were handing those massive 'wads of cash' to us I'll never know lol!... they did it so straight faced... that was so clever of them to do that so well to us lol!... to fool me like that is such a rarity but they did it and they did it so well!...cheers.
Well, funny thing is, we all knew which Teacher drove what car so our victims were targeted accordingly.
...I remember when on the first day of me being at High School that we were all given a piece of paper and told to take it home and get our parents to each give a sample signature so that when they send letters to home to tell them when I had got into some sort of trouble or to get permission to go on School excursions or be excused for doing things that when they get it back it's proof that they had read it... seriously... how stupid is that?... all I did was to forge both of my parents signatures and did a copy of them for myself so as to 'allow' me to go on excursions... get out of P.E. or to sign letters to say that they had read them and that they had 'chastised' me for my actions... it wasn't hard for me to figure that one out lol!...
...I remember trying to stop my parents from going to our School's 'Parent/Teachers' night but they were so determined to go regardless of my efforts... they thought that because they had never had letters from School that I was a good studious student... whenever they spoke to my teachers I tried to steer them in a different direction by talking over my teacher and actually praising the teacher himself/herself about how great THEY are rather than talk about me... most times they bought it and accepted the accolades from me until we moved on but one teacher... my Maths teacher wouldn't buy it... he told them several rather incriminating stories about me directly to their faces... while he did I just kept winking at mum and dad... when he had unloaded all of his volley we moved on... as soon as we were away from him I told them that he was just a twisted and bitter old fogie that was about to retire and was letting it out on the students before he goes and that was all it was about... I said the real reason that he was going was not because he was 'retiring' but because the School had so many complaints about how nasty a teacher he is with all of the students that the School had no choice but to 'retire' him against his will... hence the reason that he is so nasty towards me/us... (I'm glad that my parents never went to another one... he was still there when I left 3-4 years later lol!)... anyhow they accepted what I had told them and said something like... "it's just as well he's going... what a terrible teacher"... or something similar... I certainly 'dodged a bullet' there lol!...
...I remember that our School train used to go by the Meatworks factory on the way to School and on the way home every day... in the mid hot summer days the stench made you want to heave... we always tried to hold our breath as we went past it but you never could all the way... Urgh!...
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