
Have you ever been chased from a field by a shotgun-wielding maniac? Ever removed city arseholes from your field whilst innocently carrying a shotgun? Tell us your farm stories.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 13:19)
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with my new girlfriend, a sunny day, a field of lush green grass, I tumbled my sweetheart down, ripped off her panties and was pleasantly surprised at the effort she was putting in; squeaking and a-wriggling 'til she managed to tell me her arse and lady parts were also receiving attention from a patch of stinging nettles.
( , Tue 29 May 2012, 8:40, 5 replies)

I'll never forget watching my dad fall into a patch, dressed only in tiny 1980s shorts.
Or rather the sound of him after having fallen into them.
( , Tue 29 May 2012, 9:25, closed)

( , Tue 29 May 2012, 13:03, closed)

I only recently experiences stinging nettles. I ran into a batch while riding my friend's electric scooter. They whipped across my left ankle.
I pulled over and taught the locals a few new Anglo-Saxon phrases, I fear...
( , Tue 29 May 2012, 14:00, closed)

...you were actually trying to rape a stranger.
( , Tue 29 May 2012, 14:20, closed)
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