
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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...is a lesson my impatient Grandad learnt after a dozen frightened cows “opened fire” giving his blue fiesta a lovely brown paint job by all accounts!
( , Mon 28 Apr 2008, 14:30, 2 replies)

Their poo is usually green. But would still look lovely adorning a Ford Fiesta!
( , Mon 28 Apr 2008, 16:20, closed)

my mate had a fiesta, it was a heap of shit anyway.
( , Mon 28 Apr 2008, 20:09, closed)
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