I dropped a generous glob of Nitromors (Paint remover) on my lap. When the
chemical eventually reached my crown jewels there was no time for
contemplation. I rushed headlong straightaway into the kitchen, dropped my
Jeans and y-fronts, splashed my bare burning privates with water. Such
relief. As the agony subsided I realised I had a spectator. The local
spinster lady was standing in the road, both hands full of shopping bags,
mouth agape.

Jim the Limp


"Andy Dingley" wrote in message
...
On Thu, 11 Nov 2004 13:06:31 +0800, Paulco
wrote:

the power cord of the saw was about 4 inches long.

I think we can guess what happened to that !


Some friends of mine asked me to repair their handheld planer a while
back. They're hippies and are scared of this new-fangled electrickery
business. Apart from the fatal "bite", the cable for the planer had
at least six oval scoops missing from it, two of them wrapped in brown
parcel tape.

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Smert' spamionam