Travel broadens the mind
Aged 17, I went with girlfriend and her parents to visit her grandparents in Cornwall. To celebrate granny's forthcoming 80th, girlfriend's parents were organising a special trip for her to London to see a West End show.

Upon having the exciting news revealed to her, she replies: "I can't go to London - there are knife-throwing wogs on every street corner!"

I really wish I hadn't been taking a sip of tea at that precise moment…
( smutch, Mon 31 Oct 2011, 17:00, 4 replies)

Perhaps she meant
Some sort of ethnic circus act? I'd bloody live in London if that were true!
( Greenbat, Mon 31 Oct 2011, 22:44, closed)

I wish
I hadn't had a mouthful of coffee at the moment I hit "knife-throwing" ;-)

Have a click
(Biff..., Tue 1 Nov 2011, 9:47, closed)

Crap..

Throwing knives is an art. It's hard work and takes years of practise to become good at it. Then constant practise to keep your edge.

These days, I can still throw almost any knife and make it hit, pointy-end, into my target, but gone are the days where I would throw knives at apples sitting on a mates head.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Wed 2 Nov 2011, 7:55, closed)

gone are the days?
or gone are the mates who would put up with that sort of crap?
(Gritty, yet fluffy. kipperpillock is obsessed with me =), Wed 2 Nov 2011, 10:46, closed)