¤DãŃn¥ §êãGüLL¤;3586714 said:My dad pissed me off sufficiently enough once in my childhood to make me do a shit in the back garden so I'd get the satsifaction of seeing my dad scoop up my own shit, thinking it was the dog's.
Unfortunately before he got the chance to, the dog came straight along and ate it
When I was about 7 I was with my Dad fishing for Bass in The Arun - he then caught and landed a 8lb near the mouth of the millstream in Arundel (just down from the black Rabbit).
It was thrashing about in the landing net and he told me three times to be careful and not my fingers near its mouth or on its back where the spiny back fin was.
Of course I then prodded it with my little pinkie which the bastard promptly snapped at several times uintil the end of my finger was a bloody mess.
and had to swipe a pair of his mums knickers off the radiator to wear home.
Debbie Smith.