The other time I was a studentand a crowd of us went camping in the Mourne Mountains. A farmers son who we met in a pub said we could camp on his land, but he negleted to tell his dad who thought we were some sort of terrorists using his land as a training camp. Oh how we all laughed when it was sorted out.
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Wifey,
Tue 23 Apr 2002, 10:23,
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