
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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Standing in queue. Fat bloke in front. Son (doesn't whisper, oh no) says "look how fat that man is daddy".
Fat man turns round to offer benevolent smile, as if to say "kids eh" only to find me pissing myself.
( , Tue 22 Apr 2008, 13:49, Reply)
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