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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one rainy day on holiday (ah, the great British holiday!) my mother asked me what "felch" meant. Aaaaannnnndddd I suddenly discovered an urgent errand, somewhere far, far away...
Well, what would you have said?
(, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 14:16, 3 replies)
who on earth thought that combining a game of dirty scrabble and parents was a good idea in the first place?
(, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 14:20, closed)
Then asked her to demonstrate.
We're talking about your mother here. It's hardly any worse than what she does with all those greek sailors every friday night.
(, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 18:00, closed)
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