I can't...
put things back where they are supposed to be. Or at least thats what the missus says, as apparently there is a place where everything is supposed to be.

I also seem to be unable to realise when a carton of milk has expired, a bottle of coke, lemonade or bottle of sauce is now empty. They all go back into the fridge/cupboard (surely their rightful place).

Batteries are a constant source of confusion as well, rather buying new batteries I swap them from one remote control to the other to the wireless thermostat controller for the heating, until the inevitable happens and we have no handheld battery operated device that works in the house. Including sex toys. Yes.
( spanishfly is so fucking sexy people impersonate him, Tue 3 Feb 2015, 11:53, 3 replies)

I liked reading this until I got to the last line
Bit laboured
(Porcupine, Tue 3 Feb 2015, 12:05, closed)

everything else in it is 100% true.
until the last line.

Should i just remove it?
( spanishfly is so fucking sexy people impersonate him, Tue 3 Feb 2015, 12:21, closed)

If you do, I'll give you a click. Deal?

(Porcupine, Tue 3 Feb 2015, 12:46, closed)

You are really pushing my buttons now...i am now a click whore.

( spanishfly is so fucking sexy people impersonate him, Tue 3 Feb 2015, 12:53, closed)

Note to readers - the last line now contains satisfaction, so ignore my critique.

(Porcupine, Tue 3 Feb 2015, 14:08, closed)

I hope it was something about ramming them up his own arse.
Or those of his students.
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 3 Feb 2015, 22:14, closed)