Use a small screwdriver and a sturdy table. Thats a point how do wobbly tables come into existence, surely Jake if I may call you Jake, wait what is the u for jakue dont make sense. Anyway at the end of the production line there must be a guy who tests the sturdiness of tables. If he was any kind of professional he wouldnt allow these tables into existence, wouldnt have happened in the 1800's I can assure you, hed be straight down the coalmine with the rest of the Welsh.
To answer your question. No I havent a clue what your talkiing about.
Theres a Italian guy at work I've been singing the Cornetto song to him hoping for him to join in for the last 6 months, he aint shown any signs of cracking yet, I think I may have upset him about his village, fiercely tribal couldnt give a shit about the country. But if you slag the wine off from his Valley he starts making threats in Italian. May whip out the Shaddupa ya Face see if he'll join me in a rendition on that one. Same feisty Italian once got into an arguement with a fella at work. So an hour later I put some fish in some paper and gave it to the Italian and said it was from the other fella.
its what it all comes down to sooner or later isnt it, mythology and swans and and gods and that and sooner or later somebodys gonna have to get spit roasted and gordos stroking himself much too often i fear
you remember that one bit in zorba when he cuts that girls throat? very unexpected, one minute hes dancing the greek dance and singing the greek song and just generally getting on with it and the next minute its murder a girl. highly enjoyable. i think it ends with him committing suicide as well
I've never seen it actually, I'll put it on my list, the next one I wanna watch is the one with Oliver Reed fighting naked in front of a fire place. I've watched some truly attrocious movies of late, no porn you may find weird, but I have gone into a complete manic depressive state since I stopped looking at porn, although I have been depressed before. Depression is brillaint aint it, can really start to find the smallest things about you that you hate, people should look into it if you aint already tried it, find out really good stuff, like how can you come to hate your toenails so much.
oh shit is that what that is? ive hated my toe nails since as long as i can remember. do you self medicate? cos ive got this urge to take a pill when ever i get thwarted in the slightest. so i dont do it, probably because of some survival instinct, you know thats funny, it actually seems like ive learnt something. how very quaint
How about hammering your balls to a table, I've been thinking about this a bit recently. Like pain is really good. How do I explain this, when you get punched in the face or hit by a cricket ball, you think oh shit this is gunna hurt, but it doesnt really it become quite joyous a nice feeling overtakes your whole body. Welcoming physical pain to your body can only be a good thing.