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dedja wrote:That my missus has almost surgical precision in piecing irrigation pipes in the garden, usually with a fork, which means that I have to perform an archaeological dig to isolate the damage and repair.

Inevitably it is always my fault for putting the pipe where she needs to dig.

If I knew that she had this ability when we built the house, I would have spent the extra time to bury the pipes out of her reach, but that said, a normal person would possibly check whether they are about to dig between sprinkler risers/heads, especially after a dozen or so incidents.

Jimmy_041 wrote:

dedja wrote:That my missus has almost surgical precision in piecing irrigation pipes in the garden, usually with a fork, which means that I have to perform an archaeological dig to isolate the damage and repair.

Inevitably it is always my fault for putting the pipe where she needs to dig.

If I knew that she had this ability when we built the house, I would have spent the extra time to bury the pipes out of her reach, but that said, a normal person would possibly check whether they are about to dig between sprinkler risers/heads, especially after a dozen or so incidents.

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But I’m not sure I’ll remember where the pipe is

Armchair expert wrote:Site is running too fast slow it down

Pseudo wrote:My shit gives me the shits.

This morning I attempted to collect a stool sample for the bowel cancer screening kit which periodically appears in the letterbox of us old farts. For you youngsters out there, this involves putting a sheet of paper (supplied in the kit) in the dunny bowl, crapping on it, then rubbing a stick (also supplied) on the turd before the lot is flushed.

So - I unfold the paper catcher and place it in the bowl. Drop strides, assume position, open the bomb bay doors and drop a load. Turn around with collection stick in hand - and find that my turd has punched a hole through the paper and dropped straight into the swimming pool.

Sigh.

amber_fluid wrote:

Pseudo wrote:My shit gives me the shits.

This morning I attempted to collect a stool sample for the bowel cancer screening kit which periodically appears in the letterbox of us old farts. For you youngsters out there, this involves putting a sheet of paper (supplied in the kit) in the dunny bowl, crapping on it, then rubbing a stick (also supplied) on the turd before the lot is flushed.

So - I unfold the paper catcher and place it in the bowl. Drop strides, assume position, open the bomb bay doors and drop a load. Turn around with collection stick in hand - and find that my turd has punched a hole through the paper and dropped straight into the swimming pool.

Sigh.

What sort of logs are you droppping?

Pseudo wrote:My shit gives me the shits.

This morning I attempted to collect a stool sample for the bowel cancer screening kit which periodically appears in the letterbox of us old farts. For you youngsters out there, this involves putting a sheet of paper (supplied in the kit) in the dunny bowl, crapping on it, then rubbing a stick (also supplied) on the turd before the lot is flushed.

So - I unfold the paper catcher and place it in the bowl. Drop strides, assume position, open the bomb bay doors and drop a load. Turn around with collection stick in hand - and find that my turd has punched a hole through the paper and dropped straight into the swimming pool.

Sigh.

dedja wrote:

Pseudo wrote:My shit gives me the shits.

This morning I attempted to collect a stool sample for the bowel cancer screening kit which periodically appears in the letterbox of us old farts. For you youngsters out there, this involves putting a sheet of paper (supplied in the kit) in the dunny bowl, crapping on it, then rubbing a stick (also supplied) on the turd before the lot is flushed.

So - I unfold the paper catcher and place it in the bowl. Drop strides, assume position, open the bomb bay doors and drop a load. Turn around with collection stick in hand - and find that my turd has punched a hole through the paper and dropped straight into the swimming pool.

Sigh.

Now you have to wait 2 years to try again.

amber_fluid wrote:

Pseudo wrote:My shit gives me the shits.

This morning I attempted to collect a stool sample for the bowel cancer screening kit which periodically appears in the letterbox of us old farts. For you youngsters out there, this involves putting a sheet of paper (supplied in the kit) in the dunny bowl, crapping on it, then rubbing a stick (also supplied) on the turd before the lot is flushed.

So - I unfold the paper catcher and place it in the bowl. Drop strides, assume position, open the bomb bay doors and drop a load. Turn around with collection stick in hand - and find that my turd has punched a hole through the paper and dropped straight into the swimming pool.

Sigh.

What sort of logs are you droppping?

Pseudo wrote:My shit gives me the shits.

This morning I attempted to collect a stool sample for the bowel cancer screening kit which periodically appears in the letterbox of us old farts. For you youngsters out there, this involves putting a sheet of paper (supplied in the kit) in the dunny bowl, crapping on it, then rubbing a stick (also supplied) on the turd before the lot is flushed.

So - I unfold the paper catcher and place it in the bowl. Drop strides, assume position, open the bomb bay doors and drop a load. Turn around with collection stick in hand - and find that my turd has punched a hole through the paper and dropped straight into the swimming pool.

Sigh.

Vamos wrote:

Pseudo wrote:My shit gives me the shits.

This morning I attempted to collect a stool sample for the bowel cancer screening kit which periodically appears in the letterbox of us old farts. For you youngsters out there, this involves putting a sheet of paper (supplied in the kit) in the dunny bowl, crapping on it, then rubbing a stick (also supplied) on the turd before the lot is flushed.

So - I unfold the paper catcher and place it in the bowl. Drop strides, assume position, open the bomb bay doors and drop a load. Turn around with collection stick in hand - and find that my turd has punched a hole through the paper and dropped straight into the swimming pool.

Sigh.

Next time: Drop strides and lay it on the lawn, get your swab, hose ya bum down, get up and kick your feet back 3-5 times, pick up the deposit and drop it in the neighbours bin on bin night.

Spargo wrote:

Vamos wrote:

Pseudo wrote:My shit gives me the shits.

This morning I attempted to collect a stool sample for the bowel cancer screening kit which periodically appears in the letterbox of us old farts. For you youngsters out there, this involves putting a sheet of paper (supplied in the kit) in the dunny bowl, crapping on it, then rubbing a stick (also supplied) on the turd before the lot is flushed.

So - I unfold the paper catcher and place it in the bowl. Drop strides, assume position, open the bomb bay doors and drop a load. Turn around with collection stick in hand - and find that my turd has punched a hole through the paper and dropped straight into the swimming pool.

Sigh.

Next time: Drop strides and lay it on the lawn, get your swab, hose ya bum down, get up and kick your feet back 3-5 times, pick up the deposit and drop it in the neighbours bin on bin night.

What are you doing posting at this time?
You’re 9 hours early!

Spargo wrote:

dedja wrote:gout

600mg allopurinol - daily
Never had gout since

gadj1976 wrote:My Visa card being compromised.

I received a message at 2.20 this morning to advise that I had a potentially fraudulent transaction on my card - which I initially thought was a hoax. Whilst it's turned out to be true, and I appreciate the bank for notifying me, I now have to deal with all the vendors I'd set up automatic payments with.

I did receive an email this afternoon advising that I'd had a rejection on a transaction, and now I owe the vendor $14.95 as a penalty fee for the transaction rejecting. Sigh....

Bloody hackers.

Now I have to deal with 3-5 days of having no card and trying to navigate through life without the ability to use a card. It'll be like dealing with life in 1976!