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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lives in my pocket.
And when my Nan sneezes, she shrinks really small, about the size of a pepperpot.
Wait...I may be getting confused here.
(, Fri 3 Jun 2011, 16:21, Reply)
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