Also, random strangers on the street can prove to be surprisingly ungracious when approached and asked if they have any personal lubricant they can spare; even if you give them a very nice walking-stick as a trade. Like it never happens to them, the patronising bastidges.I'm sure my calves used to be more symmetrical. This is another of those side-effects of blogging that no-one warns you about.
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That's the grill from above the Cheese toasty machine and it is a safety hazard in my opinion as you have to get a box to stand on to get at the little bits of cheese stuck on the grill when you realise that you've spent your lunch money on Pooter's Porter, again.
Then a slip or push from other patrons can land one in trouble. Bear up Smut,Evangeline van Holsteren will get cross about it soon and come around with a pinch-bar to help get you out.
Hey Einstein, getting the grill off is harder after you put on your turban.
You picked a good choice to trade with. He has a much nicer long dress, so his knobby knees and bulging calves are decently covered. He has sandals, for crissakes. Oh yeah, now he has your walking stick - and you don't even have a tee shirt. I think YOUR turban is an old hand towel knicked from the service station rest room while lube-dood has an elegant decorative vest and some kind of kneedlepoint package-protector.
Seems to me a better solution to your grill-embedded head would be a mirror, a dremel tool and a bit of luck. Hell, you could sell tickets!
What kind of creep would put black pudding in the HVAC ducts to lure you in?
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