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Remember the fire crackers in the milk or yoghurts on the door steps :friends:
And when we blew up them french bangers up brimble hill :whistle:
I never forget that mini bus that was parked up by the recycling centre,feckinghell they was the days :11: :11: :11:
But the best days as John has reminded me was shit skiing grabbing the cows tails and slapping there arse in the collecting yard :sick: sad but true :11: :11: :11: :11: