From Scotland and happily divorced. I'm not in my second childhood. I'm in my third......
It does remind me of an Isaac Asimov Robot story, where the robots were so restricted that it needed an operator to sit on its shoulders and twist its head via its ears to steer.
And this, boys and girls, is why you don’t pick up hitch-hikers.
Ah! Thought Tarzan. Breakfast!
Is Calvin making an a$$ of himself?
Wereyorkies of london.
You’ve been whang dooddled.
Balance is key.
It sure is.
The only northern lights Andy saw were on the top of police cars.
I apologize unreservedly. But. In my defence I can’t remember what I said yesterday, never mind 2016. Sorry.
It does remind me of an Isaac Asimov Robot story, where the robots were so restricted that it needed an operator to sit on its shoulders and twist its head via its ears to steer.