04-15-2002, 06:34 AM
Fuckin manhunt ruled, especialy growing up in the city with back alleys included in the hiding grounds. Of course, alot of us were scumbags and if we really didn't care for the peeps on the other team, we would eventualy go home with no regrets and let them search thier little asses off while we had dinner and shit.
A painful game was asses up. Holy jesus, that game fuckin blew if you had bad hands catching the fuckin ball. You were supposed to throw a spalding at a wall as hard as possible and others were supposed to catch it with one hand and fire the ball again. If you dropped it, you had to high tail it and touch the wall while anyone could pick up the fumbled ball and fuckin peg you. If you got hit, that was an "A". After spelling ass, you had to drop draws, bend over while having your hands against the wall, and everybody playing had ten throws to blister you. I learned how to catch a ball with one hand really fuckin quick after playing that game.
We also played knuckles in school where you get the honor of getting your knucks smashed with the thiner end of a deck of cards if you sucked.
Punchball was another favorite of the nieghborhood because our parents were a tad strict about letting us have sticks and the such.
A painful game was asses up. Holy jesus, that game fuckin blew if you had bad hands catching the fuckin ball. You were supposed to throw a spalding at a wall as hard as possible and others were supposed to catch it with one hand and fire the ball again. If you dropped it, you had to high tail it and touch the wall while anyone could pick up the fumbled ball and fuckin peg you. If you got hit, that was an "A". After spelling ass, you had to drop draws, bend over while having your hands against the wall, and everybody playing had ten throws to blister you. I learned how to catch a ball with one hand really fuckin quick after playing that game.
We also played knuckles in school where you get the honor of getting your knucks smashed with the thiner end of a deck of cards if you sucked.
Punchball was another favorite of the nieghborhood because our parents were a tad strict about letting us have sticks and the such.