Do you think it's printers? I think it's printers. I was just going to take this latest one outside and kick its ass but I've had a better idea. I'm going to drop it from somewhere high. Any suggestions?
No, sorry. If you put me on top of the John Riddly house with Kate Moss and this ******* pile of shag **** I know which would be going over the edge. I'd probably take Kate to Lucorum for a coffee. We could sit on them settees and I could look up her skirt.
RE: There are far shitter things than Kate Moss. Perhaps they could use their Black and Decker strimmer on Kate Moss!
RE: "I'm going to drop it from somewhere high. Any suggestions?" You may need to edit this jay and highlight the word 'high' and make it bold and then spell it and attach a picture of Kate snorting stuff with a speech bubble added saying "I'm really high, why not drop a printer off me". I should be a translator as well
There's nowt wrong wi Kate Moss. I bet you couldn't pull her. In fact I'll swap you this printer for any bird within reason.
I wouldn't call it "dead" as such. It's still working a bit but it just does what it wants. (Glad you caught up by the way.)
RE: I wouldn't call it "dead" as such. I was thinking of the bird. (thanks, I like to surf just behind you and try my best to keep up, but I think there was a cross wind or something)
RE: Slugs is there a reason why there are more slugs about then I've ever seen in my life at the moment? Probably that Al pacino warm front thing and global warming...and the slugs.
RE: Slugs They've even started bloody window cleaning around here. Had three of 'em slinking their slimey way up my windows. Urgh.
I have a fridge in the garage ... ... for drinks. I drink a lot, ergo I make regular trips to the fridge most evenings. Thing is said garage is across a strip of garden. Garden is wick with f'kin slugs and if have the temerity to step out barefoot or in my socks because let's face it us blokes can't be arsed putting shoes on, taking them off, putting them on, taking them off, and I can't wear them round the house because, well read on, well it's carnage as you can imagine. Is there anything more awful than stepping on a slug and seeing it squeeze through your toes/socks? So now I have to put shoes on, but it's not just slugs, it's shitty snails too and crunch crunch crunch it fair turns my stomach. And my shoes are shittied up when I get back and I get a right blathering off the good lady so I have to take them off which means I them have the dilemma of braving it barefoot or putting them on again.... And no I can't, her fridge is full of salad and yoghurt and stuff.