"Smear the Queer" during recess. The same dork always seemed to wind up with the ball and would never throw it. I think he was from an abusive home so he liked getting smashed! Either that or he was secretly funny in that he liked a bunch of sweaty boys piling on top of him!

Every once in a while we would just pick a constant "Thrower" and trash him good! Dog Pile......!!!

Sent quite a few of us to the old haggy nurse with bloody noses!

Today it would not be a politically correct game though!

All I can say is: huh??????

Eeny meeny miney moe.

Ink a Bink a Bottle of Ink the Cork Fell Out and You Stink!