Kid Pain Monologue

Kid Pain

Yup, there was a lot of that—physical and mental. But here I’m going to discuss self-inflected pain. Yup, we were dopes.
 Purple Nurples; This is when you grab your friends nipple really tight and give it a pain searing twist. “Fuck that hurts.” What’s friends for!!!
 Pink Belly: This required you to partially disrobe your chum and pushing him on the ground, and then you either rapidly slapping or roughly rubbing their stomach to cause and nice deep pink hue. (Didn’t hurt as much as a Purple Nurple.)
 Wet Willie: I like ‘Urban Dictionary’s’ description of this. The act of moistening one 's finger with one 's own saliva, and inserting said finger into another 's ear canal. Not only is this stupid, but it had a name and millions of people knew what it was and many of those had applied or received one.
 No Named One: This one was done in our later stupid kid years, when some of us started to sprout hairs on our arms. Okay…you can do this if some reason you so desire. Let me explain. “Hey Billy, what ya wanna do?” “I dunt know. Wadda ya wanna do?” Let’s fuck with our arm hairs.” “Cool.” Okay, first, roll up you sleeve. Now,

 Knuckles. A.k.a. Bloody Knuckles: It was some card game that the loser didn’t just lose all his fish, or all his Jacks were slapped, but they had to endure pain. I don’t remember how we played the actual card game but after each round, the loser would be slapped…hard…by the other players with the deck of cards. The first slaps would be with the deck of fifty two hitting you flat. But, when the final lone loser was determined, the other players now would strike his already red sore knuckles with the edge of the fifty two. While your opponents vertically held the deck, you’d stupidly hold out your knuckles to accept the rapid crash of the cards edges. Coming into the game you had accepted the terms of play and now had to Big Boy Up and take your blood causing whacks. Stupid fuckin’ kids. (Yeah, we were kids. What’s your