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thats forty six fucks in this fucked up rhyme
just round the corner from my office. I walk past him on my way to J Sainsbury's.
or the woman in the green hut.
MAYBE I'M DISGUISED AS THE MASSIVE BUILDING.
I can't think of any more, probably because I'm laughing.
Fancy a game of Stuck In The Olegrich? Girls Are Rubbish, Chuck 'Em In the Olegrich!
It may just have been my school that sang that though.
Singing that line?
The boys would all walk around the playground at alarmingly high speed, standing in a line with their arms around each others shoulders like a rugby team singing the national anthem (only very tiny, high-pitched and in maroon jumpers) singing that one line, ('Girls are rubbish, chuck 'em in the dustbin!') and the girls would do likewise, changing the word 'girls' for 'boys'. The lines would consist of anything up to around 40 small children, all loudly voicing their disapproval of anything that wasn't the same sex as themselves.
This would often last for 15 minutes. It filled in the gaps between using your coat as a sail and letting the wind drag you across the playground and throwing stones at the smelly boy.
I know a girl, right, who went for the TB tester jab thing, right, and all the bumps didn't go down for a whole year! My mum says that means she's going to die, and we should all stay well away, but Steven Smith snogged her behind the swimming pool last week, so now he's got the disease!!!!