KidsEither you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
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rob, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
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A hedgehod called...As a nipper, I proudly came home from playschool with a hedgehog that I'd made from half a potato and a load of drinking straws.
"Wow, he looks very spikey, what are you going to call him?" asked my Mum.
I thought about it for a bit: hedgehog, spikey...
"Prick", I decided.
Mum talked me into calling him Spike.
(, Tue 22 Apr 2008, 23:45, 1 reply)
fantasticyou just made me spit coffee onto my keyboard i was laughing so bloody hard.
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