
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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Like the type that the baddy in old silent films always has...the baddy who ties the heroine to the railway tracks and laughs manically as the train comes around the corner.
*Fears*
( , Wed 30 Apr 2008, 17:28, Reply)
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