You were lucky......my dad would kill me with a slipper covered in razor blades from 5 yards, resurrect me, pour the boiling chip pan over me, then lock me in the shed, inside a barrel of weedkiller.
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drbroon abloooobloobloo,
Wed 13 Dec 2006, 14:51,
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Pure luxury....we used to have to get up at half past ten, half an hour before we'd gone to sleep, lick th'road clean and then go work down't mill fer ha'penny a year and come home and dad would beat us to death with a stick of celery.
....and you try telling that to kids today...
/four yorkshiremen sketch
(....and you try telling that to kids today...
/four yorkshiremen sketch
FlexAlux laughed at something inappropriate on,
Wed 13 Dec 2006, 15:02,
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