You where lucky, luxury! our home was the small intestines of a dung beetle. every day me & my 96 siblings had 2 fight a family of rabid brazillian ladyboys 4 the piece of chalk mother would leave for breakfast in the mouth of a nile crocodile, then plait the pubic hairs of 50 albanian shepherds b4 7am or we didnt get our shins broken... happy days
Yeah, like we can really see the scale from that pic
They might look big on your large monitor, but how do you think they'd dispay on a PDA or phone?
Women and technology, eh!
When I was a lad, the flat fare for kids on the buses in Newport was a halfpenny there and a halfpenny back.
Of course we had no money for sweets ... but "What have you got for a penny?" was a regular question that was asked in the sweetshop. Accompanied, at the end of the day, by some lame excuse to your mum about the buses running late.
Sherbet dabs, btw. Or - even better - the loose version of sherbet that came in a paper bag and turned your fingers yellow. It was called "caley" in Newport.