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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as he was sacrificing a goat to the devil.
Cue them coming back every day for ages in order to save his soul.
(, Tue 7 Jun 2011, 10:05, Reply)
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