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| Summary | Mean Boy |
Evolved into varying degrees of shame denoted by the vowel; shame, shem, shim, shom and, the worst, SHUM!
The art of forcing someone to correct you. In its most basic form a shruck went as follows:-
Shrucker: I like your blue bag.
Shruckee: It's purple you moron.
Shrucker: SHRUCK!
More fun could be had by accepting the correction without comment. To avoid looking thick it was important that there were others in on the joke. Cleverdicks could be shrucked for months without realising how insufferable they were. Comments like "R2D2 and CP2O" and "great white sharks are vegetarian, actually" would inevitably get results. It was like shooting rats in a barrel. Then it started to get too subtle. Eventually no-one spoke anymore.
Shrucker: I like your blue bag.
Shruckee: It's purple you moron.
Shrucker: SHRUCK!
More fun could be had by accepting the correction without comment. To avoid looking thick it was important that there were others in on the joke. Cleverdicks could be shrucked for months without realising how insufferable they were. Comments like "R2D2 and CP2O" and "great white sharks are vegetarian, actually" would inevitably get results. It was like shooting rats in a barrel. Then it started to get too subtle. Eventually no-one spoke anymore.
A very distinctive fart usually caused by the dehydrated onions in camping-type food. I've just had some Baxters French onion soup and it's happened again. Ahh, it takes me back years.
Crack-up wasn't keen on his nickname. If taunted he would chase you around the estate wielding a leather belt. His nickname was finally justified by him standing in a river repeatedly shouting "Don't call me Crack-up!"
A classic scenario between mother and child. Either through the child's one-off expression of preference, or because the mother is simply mistaken, the mother gets it into her head that her son likes cheese sandwiches.
She will then give her son cheese sandwiches until he finishes his GCSEs. The son will at first eat them, because - after all - he likes cheese sandwiches. Soon, they will be left, rotting, in long-forgotten bag pockets and hedges on the way to school. After five years, the boy might even have to find new ways to walk to school, to avoid over-saturating certain roads with cheese fucking sandwiches.
I did bring this up with my mother in adult life, and she asked me why I didn't say anything at the time. But... you can't, can you?
NOTE : Use this effect to your advantage with less-visited and possibly housebound relatives, who will fill their home with your favourite thing, and you can go around there whenever you feel like it.
She will then give her son cheese sandwiches until he finishes his GCSEs. The son will at first eat them, because - after all - he likes cheese sandwiches. Soon, they will be left, rotting, in long-forgotten bag pockets and hedges on the way to school. After five years, the boy might even have to find new ways to walk to school, to avoid over-saturating certain roads with cheese fucking sandwiches.
I did bring this up with my mother in adult life, and she asked me why I didn't say anything at the time. But... you can't, can you?
NOTE : Use this effect to your advantage with less-visited and possibly housebound relatives, who will fill their home with your favourite thing, and you can go around there whenever you feel like it.
1) Stick tongue out at victim.
2) Wait until victim reciprocates.
3) Wipe "stop'n'grow" laden fingers over protruding tongue.
4)Hilarity ensues.
2) Wait until victim reciprocates.
3) Wipe "stop'n'grow" laden fingers over protruding tongue.
4)Hilarity ensues.