What would you say to some quite dreadful computer-generated advice?
Guaranteed not to help. And that's a guarantee* [citation-needed]
I think I'm in love with my grisly bear. What can I do?
That's OK.
I'm looking for contents for my vodka and orange.
Try receiving it with a ham roll. You might find it'll write home to Mom about it.
What's the best way to get the boyz to pay a little visit to a greetings card without using a calculator?
Take a snooker cue to it. That'll grow mustard and cress on a simple greetings card instantly.
I think my flatmate has been steering my suspension bridge.
You could do this: You must first sell your suspension bridge's specifications, and grab your razor. Next use the razor to draw a flow chart for the suspension bridge's furnishings. When you're confident enough to continue set up home with your suspension bridge's toasted sandwich with a next generation old 80's drum machine. Glad to be able to help.
I'm seriously considering timing a jet engine but don't know where to start. How do you rectify this?
This is one solution. You must first send off your jet engine's surface, and find a clean conservatory. After that, use the conservatory to take off the jet engine's mailshot. An hour or two later, drag out your jet engine's red area with a sterile log. Bingo!
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