Original ID : 5113 Created On : 2005-09-15 Last Modified : 2006-02-17
Rather than play such mainstream games at lunch such as football, my friends and I used to save our cash for the lunchtime game of Milkshake Fights . Standing at either end of the playground, teams would lob strawberry and chocolate milkshake cartons at each other with the hope of getting someone else’s shoes messy.
I once hit a hard kid by accident, but escaped a beating by saying that my brother was as hard as nails. I suspect that the fact this ploy worked says more about Ryan Peters pussydom than it does about my brother.
David G
Two teams, one playground/car park. One (unopened) can of coke. The can is thrown back and forth, and must keep moving until it’s empty. Sometimes it’s a little pinhole fracture that forces the liquid out like a fire hose, sometimes it’s a catastrophic-failure explosion. Or if you’re very lucky, it’s Simon Jarvis ending up concussed, blood running down his face, while a fit-to-burst yet still unopen can rolls gently down the kerb.