03-03-2009, 06:37 PM
Ummm..... When I was around three I ate four or five dead flies out of the armrest of my Dads car, untill my Dad spotted me doing it and slapped the hell out of my hands.
"Sir, You need to get out of your car, there is a train comming."
"Why ummm... uhhh did you ummm... feel the need to errrrr, god why can't I type!!"
"Why ummm... uhhh did you ummm... feel the need to errrrr, god why can't I type!!"