I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
(, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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But for some reason, the day after consuming a chicken vindaloo, my arse feels like it's been the subject of a raiding party by a group of marauding fowl armed (winged?) with flaming torches and a particularly large battering ram.
Funny, that.
(, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 12:58, closed)
You'd ordered a less spicy dish, it'd be a case of Chicken Karma.
Sorry
(, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 13:36, closed)
Probably.
(, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 14:30, closed)
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