don't f*ck with the ducks
We went to London with school for some reason, probably as living near-ish to the countryside they reckoned our child-lungs weren't filled with enough city filth. Anyhoo, I think we went to kew gardens and then on a boat of some kind. The boat went its merry way down the river and we sailed by some ducks on the water. My mate was eating an apple at the time and decided it would be amusing to toss the item at one of the swimming ducks.
HO HO HO
The struck duck launched itself out of the water and attacked my friend - attacked his face. He ended up with a few cuts and a black eye. From a duck attack. He has since moved away but I should like to see him one day with a group of his new mates to remind him of that special day.

p.s. ducks aside, wasps are evil purposeless fuckers. We have come up with hundreds of inventive and effective ways to terminate human life - why hasn't someone yet come up with an end to the wasp scourge? Kill em all I say.

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(lemonymillenniumbaboon, Thu 2 Jun 2005, 15:05, Reply)