Oh manI remember when I first moved to Hobart, around 9 years old. I saw a dead bit of fur by the side of the road and poked it with a stick. An old man came out of his house, hit me round the back of the head and told me to show some respect.
I still don't understand that one but hopefully it relates somehow. It definitely wasn't a pet of his because I had that explained to me in very stern words by a lot of local people.
(I still don't understand that one but hopefully it relates somehow. It definitely wasn't a pet of his because I had that explained to me in very stern words by a lot of local people.
gronkpan https://twitter.com/VomitingLarry,
Thu 19 Jan 2012, 13:14,
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