Working on an assembly line, tasked with putting a single washer on a single bolt over and over to a thing I'd covet but could never afford. Two hours of that and I'm gonna find a way to do it wrong just out of spite.
While winter camping an Arctic cold front rolls in after sundown forcing you to choose between death's cold embrace and spooning for warmth with the same gender until sun up. What say you?
And if you choose the latter, which part of the spoon would you insist on being?
I’m a criminal, I admit it and I’m not sorry. I live in a lovey house and have no money worry’s,I’ve even been paid a big wedge to talk about the man I married on a telly program about Britten’s underworld back in the day, people say crime don’t pay, I say up yours.