Whooooooooaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh bodyform
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I have decided that a suitable answer to the irritating sheep in my office who insist on having that bloody frog, or ,worse, some stupid chicken as ringtones would be to set the above mentioned masterpiece of cod rock as mine. And leave it on my desk. And go outside and call it. Lots.
One tiny flaw - I can't find it anywhere.
Do any of the PH brethren know where one could obtain it?
One tiny flaw - I can't find it anywhere.
Do any of the PH brethren know where one could obtain it?
It's all my fault. Those bloody Tampax/ Bodyform mingeplug adverts I mean.
See, years ago (1987/8?) I was sat at my parents house, having a quick coffee before taking my daughter to pre-school, when there was a knock at the door.
Some earnest clipboard-waving woman presented herself as a 'market researcher' and asked if the lady of the house was in. As she wasn't, I was then 'selected' to represent the male point of view on the avertising of 'feminine hygiene products', including the proposal to introduce TV adverts.
Being a man of the world, miffstoppers don't scare me, so I blithely said "Yes, go ahead, I don't mind..."
Well I DO bloody mind! I'm sick of having fanny-mattresses rammed down my throat! Er, well, not literally of course, but WHY is it ALWAYS when I sit down for something to eat, the mysterious blue liquid appears, closely followed by some roller-skating, dog-walking, dirty-dancing 30-something in an improbably white pair of jeans with NO visible panty line!
I mean, have you ever tried balancing a dinner-plate on a stiffy?
See, years ago (1987/8?) I was sat at my parents house, having a quick coffee before taking my daughter to pre-school, when there was a knock at the door.
Some earnest clipboard-waving woman presented herself as a 'market researcher' and asked if the lady of the house was in. As she wasn't, I was then 'selected' to represent the male point of view on the avertising of 'feminine hygiene products', including the proposal to introduce TV adverts.
Being a man of the world, miffstoppers don't scare me, so I blithely said "Yes, go ahead, I don't mind..."
Well I DO bloody mind! I'm sick of having fanny-mattresses rammed down my throat! Er, well, not literally of course, but WHY is it ALWAYS when I sit down for something to eat, the mysterious blue liquid appears, closely followed by some roller-skating, dog-walking, dirty-dancing 30-something in an improbably white pair of jeans with NO visible panty line! I mean, have you ever tried balancing a dinner-plate on a stiffy?
For those in need of practice the art of balancing things on a stiffy can be practiced here:
www.potnoodle.co.uk/play/
www.potnoodle.co.uk/play/
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