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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I thought it would be a poem and a superlative attempt at doing something interesting with the question.
I'm disillusioned to the point of going and doing some work *weeps*
(, Tue 29 Apr 2008, 12:02, Reply)
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