At least it's not underwear...
I was sure that boats sank the vast majority of the time they were used. Also, I have yet to be on fire.
Best laugh I've had all year. Cheers!
This is the solution I went for. Still, I reckon I'd be just as fine in a windowless bathroom. Not a place I hang around more than I have to.
I'll have you know the throne is situated in such a way I'm staring myself down in the mirror.
I take it your bathroom window isn't facing a public road?
I feel strongly about not having to lock eyes with the kids going to school, or anyone for that matter, when I'm in the nip.
The picture of a dystopian future where feudal oligarchs are shooting down each others low orbit internet satellites in the furious competition for best coverage popped into my head.
Who are we casting as the satellite retrieval specialist with a penchant for bonsai trees living in an off grid log cabin?
Tip-to-tip, not nose-to-nose, they're not Eskimos.
You put on your papal vestments and wizards hat?
Unfortunately there were no other parties present to provide a second opinion, only their cat. Which, to be fair, is probably less tech illiterate than the human.
The problem was more of a disagreement between the end user and the printer in what constitutes an on button.
Naw, but having to fight with the wee man for ones boxer briefs on laundry day is not as gratifying as one might think.