TAG!
BUTT'S IT!
*runs away giggling*
Oh fuck you're a dink.
What do I do now brah.
*Yells from far away*
Shouldn't have clicked the link brah!
I'm allowed twatbucket you're still it
I farted. Butt's still it.
I recall, when I was a wee lad, we'd play tag with aluminum cans/plastic bottles full of sand from our playground. We'd all stand at about 20-30 yards distance, split into two teams, each occupying a sandy area, and throw the bottles and cans at each other until someone got hit. That person was "it". It was fucking awesome.
Fuck. We are now organizing Metal And shit tag game.
As long as it involves empty recyclables filled with sand.
I remember, the coolest part about that game was organizing your team into throwers/fillers. I always had to do this because I tended to be one of the older kids playing. I'd always take the side with the merry-go-round because it sat on a big pile of sand, and we'd use it for both cover and as a rotating platform to hold our ammunition. Kids on the protected side would sit low and fill, then put the ammo on the merry-go-round and spin it around to the throwers.
Christ, this, more than anything, makes me want to be a kid again.
Plus hitting kids with bottles filled with sand = win.
We'd try to agree on the Golden Rule of Sandbox Tag: "Throw high, not straight", so it was rare kids got tagged real bad. One time we had this Arab kid playing, and I bounced a Dr. Pepper can off of his turban. Another time some kid got it BAD, right in the face with a 20oz. Pepsi bottle. We didn't play for awhile after that.
Back at Wolford, we used to have a farm on the other side of the fence surrounding the schoolyard. This farm had tons of corn stalks... we used to jump over, grab cobs of corn, and throw them at the little kids (we were grade 6-7 at the time).
Little shits started doing the same back at us, and thus the Corn Wars began.
Needs more weight. I'm guessing a 2-liter bottle filled with sand would leave more of an impression.
Well I wish we had things like this at our old school. All we had were massive groups that would kick the shit out of each other.
We had that too. It's why I resorted to home-schooling for awhile. You know, school is for learning. Maybe for learning how to fight too, but I saw little reason in fighting over what clothes I was wearing or some other senseless shit.
Nah it wasn't fighting like that. It was just a circle and everyone fought everyone.
I only participated in 1.
I fought 1 kid in my entire life.
This was in grade 8 and it was over a trivial matter. I fought him over a swing.
Trve story
You also fought me while lying almost passed out on my couch. Nearly kicked me in the jaw you drunken bastard.