I always find it really gross to speculate/discuss how close to death someone is just because they’re old. That she even responds to these questions shows how much grace she has.

I know. I don’t know why any of them admitted this to us. They’d do it at sleepovers apparently. All us girls would do would watch rom-coms, OD on sugar and then all fall out with each other over petty shit and have to be separated.

There was another one as well that involved doing something weird to their ballsacks through the zipper of their trousers and making other boys look at it.

Actually it was a comprehensive on a council estate in the 2000s! 

When I was at school there was this game the boys played (so they claimed) called soggy biscuit: they would surround a biscuit (or cookie/cracker as you Americans call them) and jerk off. The last person to finish would be the loser and would have to eat the eponymous soggy biscuit.