
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 now have a mental image of a pint-sized witch stirring a cauldron of wee and cackling softly.
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 16:38, 1 reply)

and that's me.
*eye of frog and ear of bat*
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 16:39, closed)
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