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( , Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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SOMEONE, for reasons unknown, keeps bending the teaspoons ever-so-slightly but enough for me to notice, so I have to keep bending them back. Not Uri Geller levels, but it's doing my nut in.
My only possible theory is that someone squeezes the tea out of their teabags with unnecessary force. That's all I've got.
Can any of your readers come up with a more plausible explanation?
( , Fri 7 Sep 2012, 13:11, 7 replies, latest was 13 years ago)

They might just be testing their psychokinetic powers now, but you'd better watch out when they go the full Magneto.
( , Fri 7 Sep 2012, 13:12, Reply)

best get that derek akorah guy to come in and gurn like a fucking muppet before telling you it's the dead spirit of a victorian spoon maker.
( , Fri 7 Sep 2012, 13:14, Reply)

( , Fri 7 Sep 2012, 13:18, Reply)

I bend spoons this way fairly frequently.
*something about being a bender*
( , Fri 7 Sep 2012, 13:16, Reply)

I did meet Supermatt once though - he's proper internet.
( , Fri 7 Sep 2012, 13:24, Reply)

( , Fri 7 Sep 2012, 13:27, Reply)

"what supermatt doesn't know about paedoing isn't worth knowing" Jonathon King
( , Fri 7 Sep 2012, 13:30, Reply)

He's got more going for him that a lot of people give him credit for.
( , Fri 7 Sep 2012, 13:30, Reply)

"I'm really really horny" said the first one, "I wish there was a spoon I can masturabte with". And there, in the cave, was a golden spoon that would be perfect to shove up one's self.
The first one runs and goes up to the spoon, when suddenly she he's a voice "WooooOOOOoooo, I am the poon that guards the spoon", so she runs out.
The second doesn't beleive her, so she goes up to the spoon, "Woooo0o0o0o0ooooohhh, I am the poon that guards the spoon", so she runs out to the third one to relay the story.
The third one then runs into the cave, quickly picks up the golden penis shapped spoon, and shoves it up her fanny before the ghost could say anything, when suddenly she feels an itch.
"Woooo00000oooo, I am the spoon that guards the poon. I warned you once, I warned you twice, I had thrush, and now you've got it for life".
( , Fri 7 Sep 2012, 13:35, Reply)
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