My son was just griping "Why are you getting me up so early"
I say, "You said that you wanted to go hunting"
He says, "I didn't want to go before anything woke up!" ![]()
My son was just griping "Why are you getting me up so early"
I say, "You said that you wanted to go hunting"
He says, "I didn't want to go before anything woke up!" ![]()

" SRC="images/smiles/rofl.gif"> .....i hear ya....smart kid
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Doc B...




Called coke "Dong" when i was real young.


When i was a baby i never used to ask for stuff, i'd go and get it. One day my Dad poured himself a fresh cup of coffee. I went over and probably thought "MAAAAAAA" which is what i called milk. I pulled it down and got a third degree burn on my chest, i've still got the scar.
almost exactly the same thing happened to my nephew, but he done it with tea.
which makes me think. normally, if asked whether i'd like tea or coffee, i'd usually opt for tea. i don't know if i'd have a preference for either in this case.
i remember as a small child, on a family trip to the sea-side, meeting this really nice old lady in a trainstation. it stuck in my mind for years, that this nice old lady, all of a sudden, in a split second, became this horrible old hag that wanted me to receive a?severe beating. i was traumatized by it. and all that i'd wanted to know was, if she was really a woman, why did she have a moustache. 





