I'd hoped that two years would be long enough for me to get my act together. But, no. I continue to forget what I'm doing, forget what I've done, forget how-to do things and where I've put things. I'v...
Dickhead!!!. Pity you didn't test drive your aforementioned blow up doll (in night howls). Given it a real workout with the assistance of various battery operated devices in an assortment of rubber orifices. The dickhead would then have had to scrub out his eyeballs with bleach and one of those old copper brushes used in years gone by to clean suede shoes.