It was odd when I asked my Mum what the adult shop sold and she told me toys for grownups. I couldn't figure what "toys" adults would want to play with or why we weren't allowed to go and look. I just wanted to see what the shop decorated with angels and clouds looked like on the inside.
I thought this was going to be about that Supertramp song.
The 'posh' bottle of that wasn't sterra, was called Grey Day.
Genuinely believed Jimmy Savile's first name was "Jim'll" up until the age of probably 10.
Just like Tony Parsehole in Viz this month.
I used to think that when you ate something, your body would fill up like a bottle. So the very first thing you ever ate went down to your toes and then the rest of your body would gradually fill up. Only a little bit at a time, mind.
Then I learnt about shit. Great, innit?
Quote: shaggy292 @ November 28 2011, 7:12 PM GMTI used to think that when you ate something, your body would fill up like a bottle. So the very first thing you ever ate went down to your toes and then the rest of your body would gradually fill up. Only a little bit at a time, mind.
Then I learnt about shit. Great, innit?
How old were you when you had your first shit?
It just never occurred to me what shit actually was, though.
I thought that all the people who played on Top of the Pops must be rich because they were on the telly.
I thought that because bees made honey that wasps made syrup.
I remember well, being in a pal's house with classmates reading 'Julius Caesar ' ( God knows why!) when I discovered babies DIDN'T come out of your bellybutton. I was 14 and wasn't the only one enlightened that night. Ah, how innocent we were in the old days.
I thought that my mum & dad only had sex twice. One to get me & the other time to get my twin brothers.
I also thought walls had ears because nanny told me so.
I talked to them for ages!
My dad was bringing home a puppy because he said he was off to see a man about a dog.
Quote: youngian @ November 29 2011, 10:47 AM GMTMy dad was bringing home a puppy because he said he was off to see a man about a dog.
That reminds me of one of my old jokes:
My old man was very secretive, he would often say "I'm going to see a man about a dog." It turns out he had a meeting with Helen Chamberlain's agent.
Back on topic, when I was a young 'un, I always thought 'hang gliding' was called 'hand gliding'. TBH I only found out my error a couple of weeks ago. I'm 38 
When I was younger I thought home goal was own goal.