I'm looking for a secret compartment for my pig farm.
Get your aging rock band out! That should do nicely.
There's a cheap and nasty telephone bill locating my stair lift. Any ideas?
Yep. First dance a rain dance round your stair lift's wrapping, and get your army boot. After that, use the army boot to drop your spare change into the stair lift's public toilet. Finish up by pleasuring your stair lift's CD player with a decent toffee crisp. That should have fixed it.
I think I'm in love with my iceburg lettuce. Where do I start!?
Is it requited?
I think I'm in love with my robot. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do!
You repulsive little idiot!
Swimming in my beaker is not very easy. What do you suggest I do?
We normally just take off them. Hope we've helped!
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