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It's funy, we all started reminising about things which happened years ago (in my house) because of some stupid convorsation, so we did begin reminising. I found out many a funny thing about my big brothers childhood.
He was nearly suspended from Primary School for selling Icing sugar for monopoly money and much of the school pretended it was drugs.
Goddamn alcohol, affecting my memory already, there were many a more story which I remember not, so, well, REMINISE YOU PEOPLE! GO!!!
He was nearly suspended from Primary School for selling Icing sugar for monopoly money and much of the school pretended it was drugs.
Goddamn alcohol, affecting my memory already, there were many a more story which I remember not, so, well, REMINISE YOU PEOPLE! GO!!!
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I remember in priomary school I created my own drink 'Dooch Juice'.I used to sell it and damn people loved it. It was a mixture of squashes we had around the house which when comined tasted and looked just like peach, even though there was no peach at all in its ingrediants. Some people wanted to buy the recipe and others tried to emulate the drink and my success. The most stupid case of this was 'Kearen Jiuce' which was just orange squash. There was this one guy who loved it more than anyone else, so much so that I started a home delivery service to which he was my only customer. I'd make the drink, bottle it and put in my bike bag then cycle to his house where I'd exchange it for about 20-25p a bottle (which was it's retail price) plus a small charge for delivery. Things were sweet, I had customers, home delivery service and a range of drink styles includng:
Dooch Juice Ice - I'd make the drink and instead of putting it in the fridge for the next day, I'd freeze it.
Fizzy Dooch juice - Same old drink only with Lemmonaide instead of water.
Then this real fat kid who wasn't the nicest guy in the world thought he'd be a d**k and go and tell the meanest, nastiest teacher in the school, Mrs. Clarke about my business (which I might add was booming at the time). Needless to say she wasn't too pleased and demanded an end to my on school business. So I was left with my home delivery service and a money box filled with small change. Soon business dried up and Dooch Juice was no more.
In secondary school I used to occasionaly make Dooch Juice, or try to anyway (I could never get it right again) and bring it in as a drink for me. Perhaps if my main customer would have gone to my secondary school instead of the private school he went to, I could have relaunched my business...
Also in primary school, we had this base quite near to my house. It was a bush that stretched along side a road for about 15-20metres. It was hollowed out so we could move around freely inside. There was a small tree there (which at the time seemed pretty damn tall) which someone before us had tied a bit of rope and piece of wood to, creating a swing. We used to spend hours there, I'm not really sure what we did but I know we loved every moment of it. There was this one time where we went to the local Foreboys Newsagent and picked up a couple of hundred copies of their christmas catalouge. I don't remember why we did and I probably didn't know at the time either but still... Then we piled them up around the place and threw the unwanted ones in this little trentch between the bush and the road. Thinking back, we may have wanted them to use as chairs. That's the only logical reason I can think of.
Another time in our base we found this boy, girl and their traffic cone playing in there on the tree. After a long argument (which they won, being olde than us) we went off. When we returned they had gone and only their cone remained. My friend Gareth claimed it as his own and it became 'Gareth's Cone'. On a later date me and Kearen (creator of the before mentioned 'Kearen Juice') went to the base only to find Gareth's cone stuck at the top of the tree with it's hole end facing up. We decided to get a big stick and knock it down. We got the biggest stick we could find and together we repeativly poked the cone with it until it fell. But we didn't expect what happened next. As the cone fell is spun round releasing a huge amount of urine (incase you didn't guess...someone p**sed inside it and put in a tree). Once again needless to say we got drenched in the bodily fluids of a complete stranger. We ran as fast as we possibly could back to his house, shouting as we went. I don't think I've ever run so fast in my life and I also seem to remember that before we started to sprint we picked up the cone and took it with us.
One last story, as you're probably bored by this point. This was also in Primay school and happened on our unforgetable, week long trip to 'Highash Farm'. We were staying in a farm (hence the name) that had been turned into a resort for school kids of stay at. For break times there was this little field to play in which was just grass (duh), a motionless tractor and a small brook that flowed through the middle. One day me and Kearen (who I've never like all that much, but seems to come up in most of my stories) desided to cilme the fench and explore the outside fields. A little way up we found a part of the brook which was crying out to have a damn built there. So we grabbed mud, rocks, grass and stones and started to block it up. Over the next couple of days we invited other people up to help us, before long the water built up to a very high level. Then later when down in the original field we notest the brook was noew running with a very low amount of water. A couple of days into the trip we had a damn building contest, everyone struggled to make a good one with such a small amount of water. We just entered the one we'd already created and needless to say, we won.
That trip was one of the bestweeks of my life, we went absayling, rock climing, canoing, kyacking,orientering and so much more. It was also near the end of our time at Primary school and was a great way to finish off. I loved every moment of it and have so many stories of things that happened there.
I have so many more stories I'd like to say, like when I found £25 on a bike ride, but I'll save them (for which I'm sure your thankfull as you're probably amazingly bored right now). Looking back, I think I've got a bit carried away with the amount I've typed, I just enjoy talking about old times. Especialy promary school which looking back was so amazing.
Thanks for reading (If anyone did)
Dooch Juice Ice - I'd make the drink and instead of putting it in the fridge for the next day, I'd freeze it.
Fizzy Dooch juice - Same old drink only with Lemmonaide instead of water.
Then this real fat kid who wasn't the nicest guy in the world thought he'd be a d**k and go and tell the meanest, nastiest teacher in the school, Mrs. Clarke about my business (which I might add was booming at the time). Needless to say she wasn't too pleased and demanded an end to my on school business. So I was left with my home delivery service and a money box filled with small change. Soon business dried up and Dooch Juice was no more.
In secondary school I used to occasionaly make Dooch Juice, or try to anyway (I could never get it right again) and bring it in as a drink for me. Perhaps if my main customer would have gone to my secondary school instead of the private school he went to, I could have relaunched my business...
Also in primary school, we had this base quite near to my house. It was a bush that stretched along side a road for about 15-20metres. It was hollowed out so we could move around freely inside. There was a small tree there (which at the time seemed pretty damn tall) which someone before us had tied a bit of rope and piece of wood to, creating a swing. We used to spend hours there, I'm not really sure what we did but I know we loved every moment of it. There was this one time where we went to the local Foreboys Newsagent and picked up a couple of hundred copies of their christmas catalouge. I don't remember why we did and I probably didn't know at the time either but still... Then we piled them up around the place and threw the unwanted ones in this little trentch between the bush and the road. Thinking back, we may have wanted them to use as chairs. That's the only logical reason I can think of.
Another time in our base we found this boy, girl and their traffic cone playing in there on the tree. After a long argument (which they won, being olde than us) we went off. When we returned they had gone and only their cone remained. My friend Gareth claimed it as his own and it became 'Gareth's Cone'. On a later date me and Kearen (creator of the before mentioned 'Kearen Juice') went to the base only to find Gareth's cone stuck at the top of the tree with it's hole end facing up. We decided to get a big stick and knock it down. We got the biggest stick we could find and together we repeativly poked the cone with it until it fell. But we didn't expect what happened next. As the cone fell is spun round releasing a huge amount of urine (incase you didn't guess...someone p**sed inside it and put in a tree). Once again needless to say we got drenched in the bodily fluids of a complete stranger. We ran as fast as we possibly could back to his house, shouting as we went. I don't think I've ever run so fast in my life and I also seem to remember that before we started to sprint we picked up the cone and took it with us.
One last story, as you're probably bored by this point. This was also in Primay school and happened on our unforgetable, week long trip to 'Highash Farm'. We were staying in a farm (hence the name) that had been turned into a resort for school kids of stay at. For break times there was this little field to play in which was just grass (duh), a motionless tractor and a small brook that flowed through the middle. One day me and Kearen (who I've never like all that much, but seems to come up in most of my stories) desided to cilme the fench and explore the outside fields. A little way up we found a part of the brook which was crying out to have a damn built there. So we grabbed mud, rocks, grass and stones and started to block it up. Over the next couple of days we invited other people up to help us, before long the water built up to a very high level. Then later when down in the original field we notest the brook was noew running with a very low amount of water. A couple of days into the trip we had a damn building contest, everyone struggled to make a good one with such a small amount of water. We just entered the one we'd already created and needless to say, we won.
That trip was one of the bestweeks of my life, we went absayling, rock climing, canoing, kyacking,orientering and so much more. It was also near the end of our time at Primary school and was a great way to finish off. I loved every moment of it and have so many stories of things that happened there.
I have so many more stories I'd like to say, like when I found £25 on a bike ride, but I'll save them (for which I'm sure your thankfull as you're probably amazingly bored right now). Looking back, I think I've got a bit carried away with the amount I've typed, I just enjoy talking about old times. Especialy promary school which looking back was so amazing.
Thanks for reading (If anyone did)
IT WAS ONLY ONE LETTER!!! Plus, I'm not at school, so I don't NEED to spelll properlEy, WRONG SPEELING!! HHAHHA AGEN!!! TOOHEE, AWWW
maddmun wrote:
> He was nearly suspended from Primary School for selling Icing sugar
> for monopoly money and much of the school pretended it was drugs.
Heh, now that's a great gag. Give him some Kudos from me.
>
> Goddamn alcohol, affecting my memory already, there were many a more
> story which I remember not, so, well, REMINISE YOU PEOPLE! GO!!!
Ye alcoholic old coot!
*Laughs at Munn's spelling of the word "reminiscing"*
Heh. :D
> He was nearly suspended from Primary School for selling Icing sugar
> for monopoly money and much of the school pretended it was drugs.
Heh, now that's a great gag. Give him some Kudos from me.
>
> Goddamn alcohol, affecting my memory already, there were many a more
> story which I remember not, so, well, REMINISE YOU PEOPLE! GO!!!
Ye alcoholic old coot!
*Laughs at Munn's spelling of the word "reminiscing"*
Heh. :D
That's not talking crap. Talking crap is when you talk a load of rubbish which everyone zones out of because it is so stupid and rubbish and you repeat the amount of rubish and crap about 4 times because it is so rubbish and crap, it also makes no sense and people go craazy because of the amount of rubbish being said.
Ah, I remember more detail now.
It was when this guy did this really funny thing, and everyone laughed.
It was really funny, honest. You would have have to have been there.
Is there enough "have"'s in that sentence?
OK, I'm talking crap now.I'll shut up in a minute.... there.
It was when this guy did this really funny thing, and everyone laughed.
It was really funny, honest. You would have have to have been there.
Is there enough "have"'s in that sentence?
OK, I'm talking crap now.I'll shut up in a minute.... there.
More alcohol induced, induced, induced
*To himself*
"Now brain, I don't like you, and you don't like me, but the sooner we get this right, the sooner I can continue killing you with alcohol"
*Brain Talks back*
"It's a deal"
More alcohol Induced memory loss. That's it.
"thanks brain"
"ALCOHOL ALCOHOL ALCOHOL"
"I get the point"
*To himself*
"Now brain, I don't like you, and you don't like me, but the sooner we get this right, the sooner I can continue killing you with alcohol"
*Brain Talks back*
"It's a deal"
More alcohol Induced memory loss. That's it.
"thanks brain"
"ALCOHOL ALCOHOL ALCOHOL"
"I get the point"
Heh, I remember when... oh, wait, I don't.
It's funy, we all started reminising about things which happened years ago (in my house) because of some stupid convorsation, so we did begin reminising. I found out many a funny thing about my big brothers childhood.
He was nearly suspended from Primary School for selling Icing sugar for monopoly money and much of the school pretended it was drugs.
Goddamn alcohol, affecting my memory already, there were many a more story which I remember not, so, well, REMINISE YOU PEOPLE! GO!!!
He was nearly suspended from Primary School for selling Icing sugar for monopoly money and much of the school pretended it was drugs.
Goddamn alcohol, affecting my memory already, there were many a more story which I remember not, so, well, REMINISE YOU PEOPLE! GO!!!
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