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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When I was six or seven I was at my granddads house one day and for some unknown reason I decided to kick him in the balls. "Daniel" he croaked "you must never, ever do that to me again"
(, Sun 5 Jun 2011, 5:30, 1 reply)
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