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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Are designed by bitter teetotallers to cause the hungover to collapse in a crying heap on the bathroom floor after 20 ineffectual minutes.
Next time try a shaped charge. Or simply find a toddler - they'll have the fucker open in seconds, especially if the bottle is marked "Super Deadly Poison, Do Not Open For Gods Sake or All Mankind Will Perish".
(, Wed 23 Apr 2008, 14:22, Reply)
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