
Last week, I thought we'd run over and killed something. After steeling myself to get out and find the body of somebody's beloved pet, I found we'd squished a bin bag. When has something turned out not as grim as you first thought?
( , Thu 20 Dec 2012, 12:38)
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And in the stillness, they cautiously crept out. As yet, the truce was unspoken and the combatants watched each other warily. As someone kicked a football into the no-man's land of /links, Dr Shambolic and ringofyre embraced. And kissed a bit.
Then rob shot them both for fraternising.
( , Tue 25 Dec 2012, 7:05, 11 replies)

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