Reply With QuoteWide angled lens m. Not very technical are you.Originally Posted by Monty92
I'd imagine your biggest problem with dick pics would be fitting the whole thing into a single frame. You'd have to send them in installments.loooooooool. Timing
Wide angled lens m. Not very technical are you.
Ah, I have a question.
Since our boiler was serviced a few months ago, whenever we run the dishwasher or washing machine of an evening we get crazy loud gurgling sounds from the plug hole in our sinks and particularly the bath.
We had a fella come round the other day from the property management company who insists it's all perfectly normal and absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they did a service and ****ed some **** up in the process.
Can you shed any light on why this might be happening and what we could do about it?
If you could also express your deep loathing for Jews somewhere in your response, that too would be appreciated.
Thanks in advance.
I'm no expert, m, but it sounds to me like there's probably some jobbies jammed in the shítpipes. In which case h is your man.
I did, after carefully weighing up my options, flush a pair of shít-stained knickers down the crapper the other day, but the gurgling issue pre-dates that regrettable incident.
Why were you wearing knickers?
Don't be ridiculous.
They were the missus's.
your missus shat herself?
and...why not throw them in the bin?
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
We're toilet training my daughter and she did a shiite in her knick-knacks. Flushing them down the shítter seemed the best of a very, very bad range of options.
Your domestic arrangements alarm me, m.
Mind you, this does remind me of a time when the main sewer that ran in an alley next to my old house had some issues and I called the water people. I was working at home at the time and a grubby little homunculus dressed in overalls of indistinct colour and dubious cleanliness came to the door to announce he was going to have a poke about as his calling demanded. "Jolly good," I said, backing away imperceptibly. "Crack on, there's a good fellow."
Half an hour later, he rang the doorbell again wielding a huge and filthy shovel which he jabbed towards me accusingly, saying: "THERE'S YOUR TROUBLE!"
On the shovel were a simply enormous pair of perished, shít-covered Y-fronts of ancient vintage.
"You can't flush things like that!" he continued. "No wonder you've got bloody trouble."
I pointed out hotly that the sewer served the entire street, that these were clearly not my Y-Fronts and that he needed to look elsewhere for the felonious flusher. "Pshaw!" he said (or similar), gave me the stinkeye and stalked off, muttering darkly.
A very distressing experience. I imagine he was one of h's chums. Indeed, when I think of h, I imagine this fellow.
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