that's unfortunate. We've only got pan-galactic gargleblasters in the fridge.

still. At least you still have your towel.

make do with pan-galactic gargleblasters. She is stalwart.

also has his nuts. Though rumour has it they have been disconnected.

not comment about a gentleman's nuts.

about the giant yellow bulldozer in your yard

oh-oh.

sure they posted the plans somewhere...

to know where!

probably in some basement with no light

'bastards'.

going outside. I wonder if i change out of my dressing gown?

'nah'.

not surprised. It's so big and pink, after all.

no. It's my hot water bottle.

good grief, man. Where *was* your mind?

well, we all have our own special ways. Now you know mine.