Carbon monoxide ~ City morgue
~ PSA ~
At last, a tasteless college-coarse public service announcement to which I can 'relate' au sujet de carbon monoxide poissonerie. Nota bene: the entrancing jeune allows no junk around her floor. Nor does she purr, Dunno what they's for but they been every which way there ever since I moved in." Sit right here next to me - I can tell you're not Room Service or with that Thomas Cook setup. You know wayy too much about boiler spare parts and where they should and should NOT be. [Cute squeal] Cheeky! Yes, indeed, that's my gas alarm and from the way you're pressing it, it seems to be working just fine.""Come on in, big boy - but watch out for the all them rusty cogs and pipey things on the floor.
Repair man: "Those need to be somewhere else, ma'am, and I can show you where."
Her: "Well, aren't you the Mister Fixit?
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