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My friend Don does not enjoy mechanical work. I asked if he wanted to borrow my throwing wrenches.I have encountered a new automotive term: Error code whack-a-mole.
Mum had some remote operated blinds put up which didn't work. I faffed around and managed to make them work. When asked how I managed it I responded that the swear words had not been installed in the correct order.My friend Don does not enjoy mechanical work. I asked if he wanted to borrow my throwing wrenches.
Mum had some remote operated blinds put up which didn't work. I faffed around and managed to make them work. When asked how I managed it I responded that the swear words had not been installed in the correct order.
Speechless.@RodafinaI saw your air horn in the other thread, this is a special album for air horn lovers. And who doesn't love the smooth blare of an air horn.
Or the smooth blare of a car horn.
Omg