I`ve been away from this cesspit for a couple of hours or so, foraging for and preparing my wife`s evening repast. As I left Pink was about vent her spleen on me. Therefore, I`m not sure if:
(a) I am dead.
(b) mortally wounded.
(c) beaten to a pulp beyond recognition, but saveable.
(d) moderately mangled.
(e) libidinously sated/nackered, after sadomasochistic gymnasticated fornication, with Miss Cartland/pouting Pink.
However, if I`m not already dead,what I`m about to say, could cost me dear; I could choke from saying it, but I`ve always been one for giving credit where it`s due.
In this very isolated instance, Jolanth, all credit to Poutie, everything thing she`s said is...sss..ssp...spot on!!!.
I`m still here, so I guess I`m dead.
I`ve had awful problems with my little widget, NO! NO!
not that little widget!!! I talking about my little Apple Translator Widget . Every-time I use it, to try and chat up girls on board Scriv. Using my
sexy French cool dude persona. They just laugh at me
So you are far better getting it straight from the .....elephants trunk..Hhaaarrgghhh!!!
I`ve just sat here typing all that in crap in just to get that joke in (
you`re not allowed to say `"What Joke?")
I must be dead if I`m that desperate
I am dead because my hands are becoming translusent and its getting harder to push the keys. A bit like Casper the ghost