No, not the vacuum cleaner. Running out of a six pack and no more chilled beer. Bad planning on my part.
I wondered what the “shag” setting is for!I remember an Agony Aunt column from the Sun Newspaper about a fellow who suffered extreme guilt due to his predilection for having sex with the family vacuum cleaner! I suppose that really does define the meaning of this sucks!
Sounds like a failure to follows the 7P’sNo, not the vacuum cleaner. Running out of a six pack and no more chilled beer. Bad planning on my part.
Simple. Take up homebrewing. You'll forget what running out of beer is all about. Forever.
You'll learn however what it's like to have a surplus of perfect beer much of which will probably go past its best before date before you even come to drink it up.
Here, about 350 bottles of some 25 varieties of beer in the cellar. I'm the only drinker, I drink little, have nobody to give beer away to and I almost never toss my brews cause they're awesome.
I wonder what model vacuum it was. I hear the Telefunken U-47 had some titillating attachments.I remember an Agony Aunt column from the Sun Newspaper about a fellow who suffered extreme guilt due to his predilection for having sex with the family vacuum cleaner! I suppose that really does define the meaning of this sucks!
Drivers that make it a point to cut you off because you used your blinker.Drivers who don't use a blinker.
And latakia.
That's seriously fucked up.@bluegrassbrian: OK guys here is the original agony Aunt column from The Sun newspaper in the U.K. Try not to laugh too much and before anyone asks I am not the author of the letter to Deidre - broom broom - speed three!!
I hate myself for having sex with household appliances
DEAR DEIDRE: I HATE myself for having sex with household appliances. I know it sounds strange, but I needed to know what it felt like. I’d seen these crazy guys online having sex with household ite…www.thesun.co.uk
Is exactly what I did last night, finished off the last of my Basil Haydn.Thats when I know it's time to move onto the whisky.
". . . probably in search of sexual excitement." No shit, Sherlock!When I was working a Summer job at an advertising agency around 1980, I remember one of the bosses, Bill Henderson, was marveling at some injuries some people sustained from a Hoover Dustette vacuum cleaner. I believe this attached report was the one he was looking at, as I recall the phrase “lacerations of the glans” quite vividly. Bill seemed surprised by the distance cleared to make contact with the fan blades—he walked around the office gesturing the distance with his two hands and seemed quite surprised.
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