My awesome grandad flew in Wellingtons in the war. Damn, those shortages were terrible. Tell us about brilliant-stroke-rubbish grandparents.
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(, Thu 2 Jun 2011, 21:51)
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by having a brick on a bit of string and claiming it was a dog.
They weren't sure if he was actually nuts or not.
(, Thu 2 Jun 2011, 22:55, Reply)
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