....I'll never be bored again.
unfortunately, it was a floor model. My ankles are killing me!
He just stands there applauding and saying “Ooh, I love how smooth it is”
He says it's Fantastic
All he does is stand clapping at the roof
I can now say I have fans in high places.
Surrounded by his son, his twin daughters and a haggard-looking nurse who looked about ready to end it all if only she could find the bloody switch, he was finally breathing his last.
His son, who loved him dearly and wasn't at all sure if he had been cut out of the will or not, burst into tears at the plight of a man who would look more at home in a red woolly outfit than he ever could in drab, white linen.
"I do not wish to die today, Anthony", he intoned fixing his gaze slightly above his son's left shoulder, "there is something you must do to save me."
"Tell me what to do dad, I can't bear to look at you this way", cried Anthony.
"There is a land, not far from here, where no one ever dies. It is not for dying you see. That is where I must go."
"Where is this place father? Tell me, and I shall take you to it."
"Take me there now", he said faintly as if in great pain, "Take me to, The Living Room."
That was the highlight of my day.
WOOHOO! YEAH NO. 1! GO CEILING!
Because they're afraid of it blowing up.
“I screwed up!”
"Look, son! Its my biggest fan!"
"here she comes, with her biggest fan!"
It wasn't a big fan.
"No, that's my big head." he replied.
I quickly responded with "I bet it's last words were: Don't forget me, I was your biggest fan" My daughter let out a loud sigh while started laughing.
"All right," he said. "One more and you can start a fan club!"
CEILING! CEILING! CEILING! CEILING!
Complete waist of money. He just kept saying “I love how smooth it is”
Complete waste of money. All he does is stand there applauding and saying he loves how smooth it is.
