I read a lovely article in the hand-wringers a couple of years ago about two teenage girls who were found walking along the side of a dual carriageway.
They were about two miles outside town - apparently the mother got done for parental neglect or whatever, and the article was very much BROKEN BRITAIN, but it quickly became apparent that the girls had been playing up. The mother had said "If you don't cut that out I'll put you out of the car and you can WALK home!", they hadn't, so she did hahahaha

My dad used to beat me with a belt if I was proper acting up. The last time my mum tried to hit me was when I was about 16 and by then about a foot taller than her. It diffused the situation as we both laughed at how pathetic it was, as these days I could easily have my mum in a fight.

Alt: I like anything with soul and balls.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 28 Oct 2013, 11:42, Reply)