
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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but felt I should tell you my lovely, lovely rabbit, Arthur, put me in hospital.
The little bugger got behind the fridge and nibbled cables. I rescued him and accidentally touched a live wire.
I blew ten feet across the kitchen, hit a wall and was carted off by paramedics.
I adore him though.
And at least he's not a fucking kitten. They fucking suck. And are a cliche.
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 22:00, 2 replies)

I do disagree with what you said about kittins though :(
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 22:24, closed)
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