Both hands on the keyboard, Les
kindofa non-secateaureous post but I wonder what we'd all do if that happened.
If I had my own Mary, I think I'd dress her up in men's clothes and force her to come out with me and my mates of a Sunday afternoon. Mary would then quietly study the various fruit machines and inform me of the optimum time to chuck a squid in.
My peers would be impressed with my foresight and want to borrow her; I'd be rich, popular and drunk
May be a cultural divide, but quickly define "fruit machine".
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