| Report for Robsa Walker | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 3 |
| Summary | Perfectly Exquisite |
This was where you would get a packet of round maize balls (usually 6p and sometimes fortified with vitamins on the premise that anyone so poor as to eat them probably didn't have a healthy diet) and then insert them one-by-one under your foreskin, then pull your flap over them until they disappeared. You would do this for as many as you could and put them back in the packet. Then you would offer them around, safe in the knowledge that if anyone called your bluff, you could quite safely put your own cock cheese in your mouth.
There used to be a lad in our year who I think was called Nick Brown. He was fat and therefore didn't have many friends and was a bit of a loner. Obviously this singled him out to the more cliquey kids in the year, and especially so in games. On day, after we had all returned from the bogtrot and were towelling ourselves down, one of the more popular kids was doing a walk-through attack on the nerd-section of the changing room. When he got to Nick he cried out; "Eugh! Look everyone! Nick Brown's got skids in his pants!" To which poor Nick replied: "Shut up! My dad says they're called Gold Watches and they're good luck!" Poor fucker. I bet every kid in that games room remembers that.
A game where you entice a fly into your navel with jam, and attempt to stun it with your erect penis by tugging down on the member and harnessing the natural "snapping back" effect of the human penis.