Leap Frog.

Well maybe I'm too old to leap frog telephone booths anymore but having had a skin full of drink last Wednesday night, I reckoned I could at least leap over a fat post box. In the event, I hardly left the ground before slamming my nuts into it.
More work needed on that one.

I remember as a very young man leap frogging the parking meters in Piccadilly with my mates. Another drink fueled occasion. One of our number was a bit hesitant to join in. Eventually he shambled up to a meter placed his hands on top and did I kind of strange uncoordinated leap to end up sitting on his own thumbs. He remained balanced upright for a moment then slowly toppled forward, unable to remove his thumbs from under his groin, until his face had described a full arc slamming onto the pavement. As he lay there arse in the air groaning in pain. The rest of us found out what it's like to be lying on the ground, helpless with laughter, as passers by stepped over us.