"You're doing it wrong"
Chthonic confesses: "Only last year did I discover why the lids of things in tubes have a recessed pointy bit built into them." Tell us about the facepalm moment when you realised you were doing something wrong.
( , Thu 15 Jul 2010, 13:23)
Chthonic confesses: "Only last year did I discover why the lids of things in tubes have a recessed pointy bit built into them." Tell us about the facepalm moment when you realised you were doing something wrong.
( , Thu 15 Jul 2010, 13:23)
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After living in West Africa for a few years
I've got so used to using fingers and water from a small plastic kettle and then washing hands very well afterwards. It feels better and gives you a quick health test in a kind of (DR) Gillian McKeith way. Does leave your boxers slightly damp for a few mins though but I can live with that.
( , Tue 20 Jul 2010, 23:50, 1 reply)
I've got so used to using fingers and water from a small plastic kettle and then washing hands very well afterwards. It feels better and gives you a quick health test in a kind of (DR) Gillian McKeith way. Does leave your boxers slightly damp for a few mins though but I can live with that.
( , Tue 20 Jul 2010, 23:50, 1 reply)
Hmm, yup, Nigerian beaches
A lecturer who'd lived in Nigeria told us that as he and his wife once stood on an idyllic Nigerian beach at sunset, enjoying the breathtaking view, a couple of buses full of local workers stopped nearby.
The workers climbed out and began trooping home along beach. As they went, they'd stop, drop their pants, crap on the sand and then carry on walking.
It seems that to them, the part of the beach below the tide was a public bog, not a lovers' rendezvous.
Killed the mood a bit.
( , Wed 21 Jul 2010, 13:13, closed)
A lecturer who'd lived in Nigeria told us that as he and his wife once stood on an idyllic Nigerian beach at sunset, enjoying the breathtaking view, a couple of buses full of local workers stopped nearby.
The workers climbed out and began trooping home along beach. As they went, they'd stop, drop their pants, crap on the sand and then carry on walking.
It seems that to them, the part of the beach below the tide was a public bog, not a lovers' rendezvous.
Killed the mood a bit.
( , Wed 21 Jul 2010, 13:13, closed)
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