You can tell people there 40 million stars in the sky and they believe you, but they have to do the finger test when a sign says wet paint. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: oh yeah it is wet.
You are literally reading my life like a book.
You can tell people there 40 million stars in the sky and they believe you, but they have to do the finger test when a sign says wet paint. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: oh yeah it is wet.
Er, could you write that again so it’s understandable? He stamped on his own head with his own feet, and his head was in an oversized fishbowl? …….. or what!Seen a lad stamp a flare out on his head that came in an industrial sized fishbowl in a bar in Marmaris, he’s my best mate![]()
You can tell people there 40 million stars in the sky and they believe you, but they have to do the finger test when a sign says wet paint. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: oh yeah it is wet.
Without confusing non-engineers, the micro switch was part of the undercarriage down hydraulic circuit. When the leg comes down, it strikes the microswitch to open hydraulic valves in the door circuit to allow the doors to close. The engineer in question nudged the undercarriage leg which subsequently activated the microswitch.I mean, surely the position of that switch wasn’t brilliantly thought out
Seen a lad stamp a flare out on his head that came in an industrial sized fishbowl in a bar in Marmaris, he’s my best mate![]()
Your brother-in-law, can’t blame the bairn for a natural reaction to an instruction like that! Never, ever, tell a child not to do something like that!There was a bloke in Normanby who used to try and lift the benches up near the bus stop that were concreted into the floor. It is amazing what beer does to you.
When I was 15, he saw me riding my mate's pony and he said he wanted its head. He grabbed the pony, which was 14.2hh, in a headlock and started to wrestle it to the ground whilst continually shouting "I want its head". He only stopped when I jumped off and started kicking him to get off the pony.
Do not Press - Whilst visiting my brother in law in St Ives, he took my son, who was five at the time, into the kitchen and said "See this red button, don't press it". My son replied "What, this one" and pressed it. It was a panic alarm that the previous owner had installed and was thooked up to the police station. Two police cars and numerous deafened neighbours later we managed to get it turned off. I don't know who was the daftest.