Yes, Homer Simpson is funny - but not on your tie.
Only consider tucking your jumper into your jeans if you're a vicar.
Getting your girlfriend to iron your jeans is unacceptable. Ironing them yourself is evidence of an unsound mind.
Stop posting this stuff!!! You KNOW I'm almost ready to give birth,are you trying to bring on early labour??!! Laughed my head off at this xx
How do people carry their phone with them on the run? And if they do, how do they use the phone?
The word was … pssssst … Daisy.
Daisy was the name of a family pet.
It was our secret code.
Daisy.
Who sent you?
Daisy.
Let me take your coat.
I’ve had a few codes in my life, and now I have a crossword puzzle’s worth of personal identity numbers and email addresses and passwords. With wearying regularity, I reset many of them. More than one irate clerk has looked heaven-ward as I punched in various near misses into the handheld keypad at a checkout. Three attempts seems a bit … paltry. Perhaps keypads could take a cue from game shows and offer a “care to phone a friend” lifeline? Clearly, credit-card companies don’t care about debt, so why not introduce a sporting element to the transaction?
So I got to thinking about codes. Had technology eliminated codes? My daughter is waitressing — don’t worry: as a recent undergraduate degree holder, she is entirely qualified to discuss American history while doing so — but, as she communicates with “the line” (a.k.a. the kitchen) via computer only, she will never acquire fluency in diner lingo. Ordering: “Adam and Eve on a raft; easy on the axle grease.” Translation: Two poached eggs on toast, scant use of butter. At lunch counters in dustier corners of the United States, I’ve had the joy of witnessing this dying patois played out, likely for the amusement of people just like me. (They call us “campers,” people who linger too long at a table.)