I think my problem stems from my childhood...
...and my Mother's choice of bedtime story.

(AdrianJ, Sun 17 Oct 2004, 0:02, archived)

i think
it's more to do with the satanic looking teddy in the corner...
(You_cant_stop_dribble, Sun 17 Oct 2004, 0:04, archived)

...or it could be the trauma of Grandma babysitting me...
...despite the fact she'd been dead for fifteen years?


(AdrianJ, Sun 17 Oct 2004, 0:07, archived)

arrff!
i once went to a fancy dress party as Regan complete with pea soup vomit to gob at the poor fucker who opened the door

/100% fact
( Blue Star sounds like a grown up and not a squeaky dwarf, Sun 17 Oct 2004, 0:07, archived)