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There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
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( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
Suggested by Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
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Hahahaha you have to be so careful around them.
My sister was telling me how she went shopping with her youngest, and got cut up on the drive home.
When her husband came home that night she was narked with him for some reason, and her youngest piped up "Mummy is daddy a fucking arsehole?"
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 14:47, 2 replies)
My sister was telling me how she went shopping with her youngest, and got cut up on the drive home.
When her husband came home that night she was narked with him for some reason, and her youngest piped up "Mummy is daddy a fucking arsehole?"
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 14:47, 2 replies)
Guilty as charged, m'lud
When I was a tiny Scars, my Grandma noticed that I had a big insect bite on my backside. I can't have been much more than 3.
"Ooh dear TinyScars, you've been bitten by a harvest bug."
Next day, Mrs Harrison, the vicar's wife and pillar of WI rectitude called. Probably to see what the vile brat-spawning Catholics were up to, but that's for another day.
Being a polite child, I greeted her thus:
"Good morning Mrs. Harrison. I've been BUGRARRED. On my bottom. Would you like to see it?"
Mrs. Harrison's eyebrows' couldn't have gone higher if they were attached to a rocket, and she never came back.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 15:05, closed)
When I was a tiny Scars, my Grandma noticed that I had a big insect bite on my backside. I can't have been much more than 3.
"Ooh dear TinyScars, you've been bitten by a harvest bug."
Next day, Mrs Harrison, the vicar's wife and pillar of WI rectitude called. Probably to see what the vile brat-spawning Catholics were up to, but that's for another day.
Being a polite child, I greeted her thus:
"Good morning Mrs. Harrison. I've been BUGRARRED. On my bottom. Would you like to see it?"
Mrs. Harrison's eyebrows' couldn't have gone higher if they were attached to a rocket, and she never came back.
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