Whene I was a child, and my family would go on long car trips, my brother and I would sit in the back sit singing "Dingo, dingo dingo, dingo, dingo, dingo, dingo, dingo, dingo, dingo". Why would any parent want to suffer through that? I remember that we had to pass through some sort of border with guards (probably when we drove from the USA to Europe) My brother (who was all of 8) had his shirt off and he wanted to tell the guard he had been shot with two arrows by the Indians. I took my shirt off and said the same. My Mom made me put my shirt on because that was nasty for me to say. That was awhen I first learned about nipple bias.
Originally posted by elvendreamgirlYou drove from the USA to Europe? In a car like? Must have been a long, not to mention wet, journey.
Whene I was a child, and my family would go on long car trips, my brother and I would sit in the back sit singing "Dingo, dingo dingo, dingo, dingo, dingo, dingo, dingo, dingo, dingo". Why would any parent want to suffer through that? I remember that we had to pass through some sort of border with guards (probably when we drove from the USA to Euro ...[text shortened]... shirt on because that was nasty for me to say. That was awhen I first learned about nipple bias.