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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So politically incorrect that even the uphill-gardeners call themselves shirtlifters and nobody bats an eyelid.
I love you all.
In a manly, heterosexual, kind of way. With no nonsense and only a touch of naked wrestling.
Cheers
(, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 13:09, 2 replies)
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