| Report for Paul Cheese | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 3 |
| Rejected stories (hidden) | 3 |
| Summary | Exemplary Child |
A gentle, quasi-insult from more innocent days, when climbing up a thing just to get to the top of it was the giddiest of thrills. "I’m the King of the castle/and you’re the dirty rascal!" you’d shout from the top to your fellow climbee, and genuinely, you couldn’t have felt king-ier if you tried. Try calling someone a "dirty rascal" these days and seeing where it gets you.
Interestingly, even girls shouted "KING of the castle". Presumably it’s not considered a very queenly thing to do, climbing stuff, though HRH would probably be more popular if she did occasionally tuck her skirt in her pants and got a boostie up the side of a bus shelter.
Interestingly, even girls shouted "KING of the castle". Presumably it’s not considered a very queenly thing to do, climbing stuff, though HRH would probably be more popular if she did occasionally tuck her skirt in her pants and got a boostie up the side of a bus shelter.
At the tender age of 11 several guys in my year decided that I was shagging the headmistress and so taunted me accordingly. I tried pointing out that if it were true then I had developed much more rapidly than them and subsequently should be looked up to. I got punched.
Gym apparatus. Seven inch diameter doughnuts, made from inch thick foam-rubber. I can't remember any of the games they were used for, or why we ever got them out, but I do remember the comforting feel of one of the rings when you put it down the front of your shorts.
These are actually known as quoits. Women and attentive male heterosexuals will know that they are eerily reminiscent of the neck of the cervix. Or the neck of the cervix is eerily reminiscent of a quoit. Whichever. -Susan.
These are actually known as quoits. Women and attentive male heterosexuals will know that they are eerily reminiscent of the neck of the cervix. Or the neck of the cervix is eerily reminiscent of a quoit. Whichever. -Susan.