War
Pooflake says: Tell us your stories of conflict. From the pettiest row that got out of hand, through full blown battles involving mass brawls and destruction to your real war / army stories.
( , Thu 31 May 2012, 11:55)
Pooflake says: Tell us your stories of conflict. From the pettiest row that got out of hand, through full blown battles involving mass brawls and destruction to your real war / army stories.
( , Thu 31 May 2012, 11:55)
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Why do they always send the poor, to fight the rich man's war?
( , Thu 31 May 2012, 12:18, 19 replies)
( , Thu 31 May 2012, 12:18, 19 replies)
trufact:
my ex-neighbours were having people over for Sunday lunch. husband was dispatched to the garage for backup crockery. as he emerged, the lady of the house bellowed 'have you got the big plate, Alan?'.
hilarity ensued. meh. WHATEVER.
( , Thu 31 May 2012, 13:28, closed)
my ex-neighbours were having people over for Sunday lunch. husband was dispatched to the garage for backup crockery. as he emerged, the lady of the house bellowed 'have you got the big plate, Alan?'.
hilarity ensued. meh. WHATEVER.
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I've just checked on Calendar, Emvs , I'm very impressed, looks like Optimus Prime didn't dress you for a change
( , Thu 31 May 2012, 15:45, closed)
( , Thu 31 May 2012, 15:45, closed)
you still look pretty ill though. Hopefully it's lung cancer lol!!
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Laid out on the changing table, Rory wriggled and stretched out one of his hands to cup the soupy brown mess his own body had produced.
He smeared it across one cheek and beamed with delight as it formed rivulets down his chin. His mother forced a smile through a clenched jaw.
When the nice man in the blue uniform indicated it was time to leave, she looked back again at her 17 year-old son lying helplessly on the padded bench, then followed him out of the room. Later on in her cell, she had one of her "moments" and had to be sedated.
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He smeared it across one cheek and beamed with delight as it formed rivulets down his chin. His mother forced a smile through a clenched jaw.
When the nice man in the blue uniform indicated it was time to leave, she looked back again at her 17 year-old son lying helplessly on the padded bench, then followed him out of the room. Later on in her cell, she had one of her "moments" and had to be sedated.
( , Thu 31 May 2012, 15:53, closed)
Rory gurgled and smacked his chops as the effluent ran down his face.
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