My father used to refer to “barking spiders.” I used this phrase on my (then) 3-year-old niece AND managed to keep a straight face. Until she ran excitedly into the next room to tell her parents (including my older bro who pretends to be far too serious for his own good), “Mommy - Daddy! We heard a BARKING SPIDER!” Then I lost it.
So it is written. So it shall be
As the owner of a puke green Honda Element, I will be standing next to my car and doling out punches all weekend. 
I SAW THIS. :eek: It was…awesome. Took a moment for it to sink in and then my friend and I punched each other silly.
I was always a fan of wondering aloud whether a storm was coming. “Don’t you hear that thunder?”
I vaguely recall classmates spotting bugs on school outings, but with no punches. And the main objective seemed to be finding one with a bad headlight. That was the holy grail of bug spotting.
I also never learned to play the game (no idea what it’s called) where one person makes an “OK”-type gesture at waist level and the other person either has to block it or get punched. My husband is a past master at it, so the few times we’ve attempted to play he defeated me without even trying.
And when somebody in the family farted, we’d say “did a deer snort?” Given that we lived in the sticks, this was entirely plausible. One time my sister let one slip, I asked the requisite question and she blithely replied “Nah, I just farted.” That cracked me up for some reason, probably because the standard response by the farter was to vehemently deny it utterly and/or coolly blame it on one of the many family dogs that were always lying around underfoot.
gasp I had totally forgotten that one! You have to get pretty clever to get folks after awhile. You could always tell we’d been playing when everyone’s head was tipped skyward. Couldn’t figure out the name either but this is a worthy link as it reminded me of the awesome that is Bloody Knuckles.
The simplest version of Bloody Knuckles is to punch each other in the fist until bloody - think fist bump but violent. The girls all thought that was stupid so we played a version similar to hot hands.
Put your fists knuckle to knuckle as though summoning Captain Planet or calling up your Wonder Twin powers. Try to lift your hand and rap the other person’s knuckles with your own, miss and it’s the other person’s turn. First one to bleed loses. Ahhhh the good old days!
I’m pretty sure the passers-by get to punch you for inflicting that sight on them. 
Boys are dumb. 
My fiance and I wrestle and pinch each other all the time… I’m afraid we’ll have to stop when when we have kids so we don’t teach them bad behavior. But it makes us laugh and we usually end up kissing after a good wrestling match. I’m sure we’ll find a good balance of goofing around and behaving.
My fiance still likes to go on “why?” tangents (you know, asking “why?” after everything I say). I can’t wait until our young 'un learns that trick. I’ll tell my serenatita to go ask daddy. I can’t wait for payback.
We’d do that now and then back in high school, but there was one even deeper on the “who’s more badass” game scale that I refused to take part in.
Step one: Each person presses a forearm against the other player’s forearm.
Step two: Drop a lit cigarette in the crease between the two forearms. First one to pull away loses.
Ok, fine, guess I’m a wuss, but…Fuck. That.
In our version of Slug Bug, you can only slug if the bug is moving on its own. Bugs loaded on a transport, while a LOAD of fun to hit multiples like that, inevitably cause more pain to the criminal who dared to cheat and claim these illegal hits.
Turner: Pun-punch bug… I like that!!! Consider yourself warned! I will be looking extra hard for those!
Punch buggy; double punch buggy; pinch mini; duck farts.
ahhh! gotta love the Dope.
Back in middle school and high school, my hubby and his closest friends (who frequently bonded by knocking the shit out of each other when they weren’t bonding by getting hammered together) would play a game: Person one puts up a one-dollar bill. Person two wraps the bill around his fist, and holds a lit cigarette against it. If he (person two) can burn a hole clear through the bill without dropping it, he gets to keep the bill; if he wimps, he has to give the bill back, and pony up another one.
I asked my hubby once “What in the hell would you want to do a retarded thing like that for?” He said “You wouldn’t understand; it’s a guy thing”. 
I guess.
Sniff and say, “Is someone baking brownies?”
We played Slug Bugs.
On the way to church, we passed a VW dealership.
I am the youngest.