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Friday, April 8, 2011

Weekend Special: Scob Your Noggin

Gene and me, taken moments after a noggin scobbing.
My brothers were firm believers in the importance of scobbing the noggin of Little Billy.  To be precise, to scob someone's noggin consisted of placing the recipient in a good-natured headlock with the left arm, and then rubbing the aforementioned recipient's head vigorously with the knuckles of the right hand.  This resulted in great mirth and amusement all around. 

It was one of those things that bonded brothers together.  At least that's what they told me...
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