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Originally posted by macker
Well, when I was a lad, we were forced by our father to play outside in the cold, he used to make us play with fresh dog poo wrapped up in a plastic glove which we used to knot, put on our heads and pretend we were chickens.
When we asked to come in, he used to say "NO, warm your hands on the gloves son, I said warm your hands on the gloves!"
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It was much worse for us, when i was a lad our dad would come home beat us with his leather belt until our backsides were so sore we could not sit down on the rocks that we used to use as chairs and if he was in a really bad mood he would wet the cardboard boxes that we use to live in and use for keeping the wind chill out, those were the days.