Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
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something was wrong with the truck, my dad pops the hood and goes to investigate, after a minute's lull i then beep the horn thinking it outrageously funny, and thinking he would too - until marches back into the truck, yells in his scary father-diaphragm voice, nearly pulls my arm out of its socket and dumps my bag of skittles on the ground.
learned me good, the old bastard
(, Sun 20 Apr 2008, 18:11, Reply)
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