It wasnβt appeeling
I've just finished reading Great Expectations and I have to say I was a little disappointed.
Mitres well
Apparently it was a real hatchet job
Great food, no atmosphere!
They're good dunkers, but every now and then they fall apart
It's Pierre-reviewed.
Iβm shit at gardening.
"Like a bra, not a braai"
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Based on true events. I had to stop myself from blurting that out.
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Thanks to u/rumbustiousben for reminding me that not everyone knows what a braai is - it's a barbecue in Afrikaans and commonly used as part of English by South Africans
My brother says, "Someone must have left a good Yelp review." I said, "Yeah, somebody tweeted about it."
It was finally the long-awaited end of police violins.
Tenet of ten.
...cause it only has a three star rating!
It seems to Suck and Blow.
found one that was rated cad-average.
They were just fission for compliments.
You're the wurst
They read the reviews... only one star
iRate.
But itβs still under review
I couldn't put it down
but at the performance review he was consoled by his boss, "it's all just water under the bridge"
Itβs a fanless device.
It's not coming out any time soon but early critics are giving it shit reviews.
They all say the product is remarkable.
They looked at the reviews first...... only 1 star
Does anyone have peer reviewed studies on the effects of minute hand smoke?
Wouldn't go again no atmosphere
Great hogspitality; 5 stars
He just loves to score movies
''bad reviews, only one star''they said.
Trevor loved tractors. And I mean, really loved tractors. Forget any obsessions or high-level interests you may have, chances are they pale in the face of Trevorβs love for tractors.
Every day Trevor would get up, in his tractor-themed bedroom in his tractor-themed house, with its tractor-themed wallpaper and tractor-themed carpets, and he would make his bed with its tractor-themed duvet and tractor-themed sheets. He would go downstairs in his tractor-themed pajamas into his tractor-themed kitchen, with its tractor-themed tiles and cupboards, and he would eat his breakfast while perusing the latest tractor-themed magazine or annual.
Trevorsβs degree in Agricultural Engineering hung on his living room wall, along with a copy of his thesis, which centred around (you guessed it) tractors. The living room was decorated with all sorts of tractor-related trinkets, including die-cast models, paintings and drawings.
The hedges in Trevorβs front garden were trimmed in the shape of tractors. His lawn was vividly decorated with tractor-driving garden gnomes, and his garden furniture was constructed from various parts from vintage tractor designs.
Trevor just had one thing missing from his otherwise tractor-centric life; he had never actually owned, nor driven, a real tractor.
Not for his lack of trying, of course. Trevor had been to many tractor shows over the years, and visited many farms with friends of his, but none of the tractors he had seen had ever been quite right. Trevor was so knowledgeable about tractors that every single one he had come across had possessed some hidden trait that he wasnβt keen on. His first experience of driving a real tractor had to be perfect.
One day, Trevor was flicking through one of his favourite publications, Powertrain Quarterly, when there was a knock at the door. Trevor answered, and it was his friend and fellow tractor enthusiast, Jeff.
Trevor welcomed Jeff in, and over tea and crumpets served on tractor-themed crockery, they discussed the merits of aluminium drawbars and front-end loaders. Eventually Trevor pressed Jeff to explain the reason for his visit.
βWellβ said Jeff, βAs Iβm sure you know the convention comes to town laterβ.
The convention. Trevor had been thinking of little else the past three weeks. The neighbouring town annually threw a convention for farmers, particularly farmyard machinery. There would be combine harvesters, lawnmowers, and of course, tractors.
βYes of courseβ replied Trevor
... keep reading on reddit β‘Her name is Dee.
He was asked the value of a dozen dozens, to which he promptly replied "132", instead of 144.
He was fired for gross misrepresentation.
The technology in those things are ground breaking.
An InkRedible machine
