Anyone remember when you actually had to go outside to play games? Pepperidge farms remembers.
Old fart games - kick the can, marbles, smear the queer etc.
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I came in here ready to learn about actual Fart Games. I am greatly disappointed.
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When I was younger I played Kick the Autistic. It'd just been imported from the States.
these days kids just watch marbles race eachother instead of fighting eachother with them
this is what happens when you stop making world war 2 games
this is what happens when you stop making world war 2 games
Does Larping count?
Kickball and Hide 'n Go Seek at sundown with flashlights.
If by 'larping' you mean beating each other up with sticks and wearing buckets on your heads then yes.
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During dusk the middle schoolers in the neighborhood would gather at the ditch to play 10-4. Aka duck and throw rocks at passing cars. Amazingly nobody ever stopped to yell or chase us.
I remember Duck, Duck, Goose being pretty fun as a kid... Tetherball was also great.
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People still play Farmville?
Old people still do, yes.
40 40 in.
Back when I was just a wee squeaker, us denizens of The Old Pigsty played this. It was far too serious business for a playground game.
Basically, one person is "it" and has to stand on a given item. Usually this was a big old rusty drainpipe on the side of the school that was conspicuously painted black against the red brick wall. They count out loud eyes shut and back turned to 44 while the others disperse into various places. The others have to get to the drainpipe, touch it, and shout, "40 40 in," and they're safe.
However, if seen by "it," "it" can shout out, "40 40 i see [name]" and they're considered caught. Whoever is first caught is "it" for the next round. Rounds continue until everyone's either in or caught.
Whoever was on when the bell went to file back into class after break or lunch was considered to have lost and everyone else was entitled to point and go "AAAAAAAAAAAA" at them until they lashed out in a fit of autistic screeching.
Needless to say, we took this way too seriously. Distraction techniques were employed liberally. A common one was to grab the fattest player and scurry in close file behind him, using him as mobile cover. There was one round where I was "it" and upon turning round I saw all the other players huddled in a mass in the middle of the playground underneath a huge morass of all their coats. I started shouting out, "40 40 I see Bob, Jim, Partario, Roland, Zammo, etc." systematically and felt very smug, only to realise that this was actually everyone's coats zipped together with someone who wasn't playing inside them to shuffle them (Lumpy Dave, who'd been promised a bag of jam donuts for his efforts) along the ground as a distraction while everyone else snook along the walls outside my field of vision.
I then got revenge the next day by, every round, going into the school building itself and leaning out the upper floor window to tag the drainpipe from there. This was deemed to be Cheating and Gay, though, and I was subjected to a beating.
Back when I was just a wee squeaker, us denizens of The Old Pigsty played this. It was far too serious business for a playground game.
Basically, one person is "it" and has to stand on a given item. Usually this was a big old rusty drainpipe on the side of the school that was conspicuously painted black against the red brick wall. They count out loud eyes shut and back turned to 44 while the others disperse into various places. The others have to get to the drainpipe, touch it, and shout, "40 40 in," and they're safe.
However, if seen by "it," "it" can shout out, "40 40 i see [name]" and they're considered caught. Whoever is first caught is "it" for the next round. Rounds continue until everyone's either in or caught.
Whoever was on when the bell went to file back into class after break or lunch was considered to have lost and everyone else was entitled to point and go "AAAAAAAAAAAA" at them until they lashed out in a fit of autistic screeching.
Needless to say, we took this way too seriously. Distraction techniques were employed liberally. A common one was to grab the fattest player and scurry in close file behind him, using him as mobile cover. There was one round where I was "it" and upon turning round I saw all the other players huddled in a mass in the middle of the playground underneath a huge morass of all their coats. I started shouting out, "40 40 I see Bob, Jim, Partario, Roland, Zammo, etc." systematically and felt very smug, only to realise that this was actually everyone's coats zipped together with someone who wasn't playing inside them to shuffle them (Lumpy Dave, who'd been promised a bag of jam donuts for his efforts) along the ground as a distraction while everyone else snook along the walls outside my field of vision.
I then got revenge the next day by, every round, going into the school building itself and leaning out the upper floor window to tag the drainpipe from there. This was deemed to be Cheating and Gay, though, and I was subjected to a beating.
Not for long cause of age.
I tried to play Jacks with my grandma and that shit is hard as fuck to play. Old lady beat my ass at that shit.
Jacks: The game where you bounce a ball and have to pick up a certain number of small metal pointy things before the ball bounces again.
Jacks: The game where you bounce a ball and have to pick up a certain number of small metal pointy things before the ball bounces again.
We used to shoot squirrels so that was pretty fun.
When I'm out in the city, I play "Bluetooth or crazy talking to themselves?"
Super mega points when it's both
Super mega points when it's both
King of the hill on hay bales is a lot of fun.
