What do you miss the most about being a kid?

For me it has to be the Cartoons & the toys, They just don't do Cartoons & Toys the way they did in the 80's.

The Cartoons & Toys these days suck major Dan dick. What happened to the G.I. Joes, Transformers, He-Man, and so on and so fourth. They where the best and the toys for them kicked ass. Hell we even had the best show ever Pee Wee's Playhouse.

The kids today have Power Ranger whatever the fuck they are now start out as dino's and now they are S.P.D. Which in my mind stands for "Sexual Predator Division" Then Saturdays are pretty much void of cartoons which is a sad thing.

I can remember waking up early on Saturdays just for the toons, Sitting in front of the tube watching my fav cartoons then after they where over grabbing the toys and going outside and redoing the episode we just saw with friends.

Man the good old days.

 

Yeah, that was good times. I miss having summers off. That was the best. Although I did get into way more trouble over the summer's since I had nothing to do except make trouble.

 

When I lived in Texas, We moved into a new Sub. They made the drainage tunnels extra wide in the area. Most of the tunnels where large enough for us to ride our bikes in. It made it easier to get around the entire area. If a tunnel was to small for the bikes we would leave them at the transfer station and go on foot. We really felt like The Goonies.

We use to come up in storm drains and throw carpet nails onto the road then wait for cars to come by to watch them get a flat. One of the tunnels came up in a church basement and we use to sneak into there and raid there fridge for cokes and cookies. One of the storm drains came up at the shopping center where the video store we all got games and shit. People always looked at us weird when 8 of us would come popping out of the storm drain go into the store then pop back in.

The most trouble we almost got into was for writing a bunch of shit into the concrete of some slabs that where being laid for new houses. We had to go back too see our work and the guys where there working on breaking the slabs out to relay them. They caught me and 2 other guys and we just kept denying it till they let us go.

 

What I miss most about being a kid -

If you wet your pants, nobody pointed and laughed.

What Dwaine misses most about being a kid -

Sex with 12 year olds was not illegal.

What Schmed misses most about being a kid -

Playing with Spider Man dolls was considered normal.

What Dan misses most about being a kid -

He could dress up liike a Doctor and no one would question his ability.

What Reizvoilles misses most about being a kid -

Noboby teased her about being flat chested.

What Smurf misses most about being a kid -

His imaginary friends.

Ok, I'm tired of this.


Barry

 

What she lacks in chest she makes up for in butt.

 

Point.

If I was single and 25 years old, I would stalk her.


Barry

 

This is what Dan misses about being a kid.

http://www.fugly.com/media/view.php?cat=MOVIES&id=4730

"he is the last one in"

 

Man we had a the drainage system too, we made ourselves "The Tunnel Rats". We spray painted it everywhere. We discovered them because two of the tunnels came out underneath this highway bridge we used to jump off of and then hangout underneath and smoke cigs, cause smoking cigs was cool. We eventually knew our way around these tunnels very well (I'm convinced that even now, some 15 years later , I could navigate myself around these tunnels) but anyways, you could pop out of manholes all over town,. One of the manholes came up behind a Shopko (sort of like a Target or a Walmart) and this Shopko had a palate stacked high with 12 packs of pepsi. So we all started hauling these into the underground. We had an infinte supply of pepsi that summer. Towars the end the police started staking out the back of the Shopko, I'm sure they had no idea we were using the manholes, but my friend Matt poked his head up one night to check the area and he though he saw a cop car (he did but it was dark and we wernt sure) the cop ended up hearing usand opened the manhole cover and shined his light in and yelled "freeze". There must of been about 12 of us down thee. Matt had a backpack full of smoke bombs he was carrying around at the time, Wooly Mammoths to be exact. He lit one dropped it and poof we all ran off in different directions about two or three to a group. Except this one new pussy kid named Andy. He got caught and ratted us out. The good part was he didn't know my real name (yes even when I was 14 or 15 my nickname was Schmed) and I didn't get busted. I have no real point to this story but it sure was fun telling.

 

They are ACTION FIGURES!!!!!!

 

Good story Schmed.

We used to play "purse" when we were kids. All you had to do was take an old purse and put it out in the road. When people stopped to pick it up, we would all jump out of the woods and scare the daylights out of them.

You would probably get shot doing that today.

One night we had a guy in an Austin Healy drive by and scoop up our purses without stopping. He would just reach down and grab it. After about the third purse, I got the bright idea to nailing one to the pavement with concrete nails.

He rode by, and grabbed the handle. The handle broke away, but the initial impact was enough to dang near yank his arm off. He wrecked the car, and the cops gave my parents a big hassle.

I still laugh about it. It was worth it.


Barry

 

Good one Barry, One year during spring break we had a friend who's dad was a truck driver. Well his dad had about 4 boxes of "the club" fall off the back of his truck anyway.

We got a bunch of them and went up to the school at around midnight the day before school was going start back. We put The Clubs on every damn door so they could not open the doors the next morning. We got another 2 days off from school. Til they had someone come in bust a window and they had to take every door off there frames to get the things off.

 

We played purse too, my friends mom had like a rabbit farm or some shit, so we'd fill the purse up with rabbit shit and put some tissues and stuff over the top and throw it out in the road, then we'd climb a nearby tree and wait. No jumping out, I can't tell you how many times someone stopped opened the door reached out and grabbed the purse, then 20 ft down the road out the window the purse would fly. A cop stopped once, he looked in the purse then started scanning the area, he never looked up thank god. Growing up in a small town lead to all sorts of retarded nonsense. Jackass before Jackass.

 

And I think I should mention that the highway bridge we use to jump off of as a kid in my first story had a river running underneath it....

 

You win. That's a good one.

But wait, there is one more..... true story, I swear.


I have a freind named Dave. He talks with a speech impediment because when he was young, he bit his tongue off.

It was a dark night, hot, middle of July in the Deep South. A purse in the road, baiting the next unsuspecting sojouner. Five boys, none yet shaving, crouched breathlessly in a ditch by the road. Headlights, brakes lights, a car stops. Teenagers, older, bigger, faster, pour out of the car. Ignoring the purse, they run directly at the young pranksters crouched in the darkness. Panic, running headlong down familiar escape routes ran the hairless youth. Dave, our leader, out in front, yelling encourgement to the slower ones (me).

Through Mr Windom's yard. A sure escape. Over Crawford's fence. Nearly home. Except Crawford had bought a new dog. Big dog. Mean dog. Staked him out with a chain looped over a clothes line.

Dave hits the clothesline with his mouth, running full bore. Bit his tounge off. The impact yanked the dog out of his doghouse, and pulled his neck around sideways.

Dave is bleeding to death. Dog is howling in convulsions. Teenage pursuers are beating on Dave as he writhes on the ground. The rest of us are screaming in panic and fear.

Mr Crawford runs out side and starts shooting at everyone with bird shot.

Dave recovers, but has a permanent lisp. Crawford went to jail for shooting at kids. Teenagers were charged with assault, and spent time in a juvenile facility. The rest of us were released to our parents, and got the hell beat out of us when we got home.

We never played purse again.

My childhood was forever changed.

It happened. I swear.



Barry







Barry

 

Hey Barry,
wanna come over and play purse?? I got the rabbit poop if you bring the purse, we have to get this monkey off your back!!

 

I want to play Purse!

 

Come on over, not a lot of trees to hide in in D.C. though...hmmm we can always use fire escapes.

 

Funny, I knew a couple of kids with speech impediments, forgot about that, but one of my regular customers can't say the letter "r". So we call him Elmer Fudd and give him shit, I think he's 20.

 

I actually played "purse" again as an adult. I put a purse out, and ran wire to a speaker in the ditch next to it.

When an old lady stopped, I said into the microphone "back in the car grandma, before I hit you with a bat".

She fainted. The Police came an hour later.

I am through with purse. Thanks for your offer though old buddy.


Barry.

 

But Barry we live fairly close to each other we could have a good game of pruse and mailbox baseball.