Grandparents
My awesome grandad flew in Wellingtons in the war. Damn, those shortages were terrible. Tell us about brilliant-stroke-rubbish grandparents.
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( , Thu 2 Jun 2011, 21:51)
My awesome grandad flew in Wellingtons in the war. Damn, those shortages were terrible. Tell us about brilliant-stroke-rubbish grandparents.
Suggested by Buffet the Appetite Slayer
( , Thu 2 Jun 2011, 21:51)
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Grandad was bloody awesome. Fought the Japs up in PNG, sugar cane farmer all his life and when he wasn't chopping cane by hand he was inventing home made beers and wines that sometimes involuntarily redecorated the back shed, when he'd got the balance wrong.
The best times were when he would take us fishing in a tiny little dinghy with a giant outboard in (what I now know was) crocodile infested waters. We'd chuck crab pots in and reap the rewards the next day. Humongous green mud crabs would evilly leer at us kids snapping away while we sat on the crab pots as the boat tore up the river. For an extra special treat once we were home, he'd have all the crabs tied up in a metal rubbish bin on the back verandah. For what must have been fabulous entertainment for the responsible adults in my life, he would "accidentally" untie them and knock over the bin so these dark green monsters would make a dash for us screaming nutters.
After buying Grandad's house a couple of months ago and last week excavating the garden, you wouldn't believe it - an old crab shell was found! An escapee from the big pot!
RIP Chris - thanks legend.
( , Wed 8 Jun 2011, 11:34, 4 replies)
Gaultier?
Well war is no excuse for not sporting conical madonna boobies.
( , Wed 8 Jun 2011, 12:01, closed)
Well war is no excuse for not sporting conical madonna boobies.
( , Wed 8 Jun 2011, 12:01, closed)
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