
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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is inconvinienced by a native one.
( , Thu 6 May 2010, 9:46, 1 reply)

I wouldn't harm a feather on its two tone head but more through fear of retribution than anything else. These fuckers are highly intelligent, (for birds) mourn there dead and hold grudges
Found this Ozzy article on the buggers, apparently when they attack they go for the eyes, a la Omen :O
www.abc.net.au/science/scribblygum/July2002/
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