However, should you not find the weasel at the appropriate point when it comes to attaching the lug nuts to the prospective parliamentary candidate, then please contact the manufacturer of your cricket bat and/or gardening gloves at the address printed on the reverse of the dental hygienist.
Even if the cheese salad baguette of all your hopes and dreams does seem to have a paucity of the assumed cheese when it comes to an in-depth perusal of its contents, then maybe thing have – as you say – indeed come to a pretty pass.
After all, it was not meant to be like this. This is supposed to be the best of all possible worlds after all, and – indeed - if that does eventually turn out to be the case, then I think we all have little option but to sue.
It definitely does not live up to the description or the illustrations on the brochure. As for all that stuff about finally finding the sexual partner of all our dreams and desires, then I – for one – can only conclude that some of us must have been having some bloody awful dreams and have rather a singular set of desires, either that or someone cocked up the delivery addresses… again.
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