Kurruptions Rants

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

We can't let this thread die.

And this isn't my Batman glass.

kurruption maybe you could change the title of this thread to "You know what really grinds my gears..."
 
true, if the gears were an oven she might be able to turn the pilot light off or cut the gas line, or pull the chord if it was an electric oven, but since it is a machine, and katie is a thing, I see no way she could of sabotaged it, so I must think of something that makes my gears grind, I'll get back to you when I do.
 
All I keep thinking of is THE GAS COOKER SKETCH! In order for Mrs. G. Pinnet - I mean kurruption - to get his oven hooked up and working there needs to be a fatal gas leak in the house.
 
yeah, never saw it, I'm glad you know how to operate a tv as well katie, or does your hubby leave it on for you when he goes to do man stuff, anyways, yeah demi, and counting, try and catch up to me :moped:
 
I know what you're talking about Katie. I have seen that episode of the Flying Circus. I'm afraid I don't remember any of the great names of the forms required to get your gas cooker installed. But I will gladly join the line.
 
For the record, kurruption, I am not married yet. And I am much better at dealing with electircal appliances than my fiancee.

And you should be ashamed for not knowing your Monty Python. I'm going to have a pet hedgehog and name his Spiny Norman.
 
Well, here they go again. Getting into another battle of superiority. I think kurruption is Pat. Their arguments sure sound like they are the ones that are engaged.
 
For the love of God, NO! If kurruption were my betrothed I'd be honor bound to kill myself - or him. Probably him. Anyway, that would be bad.
 
thus it is called kurruptions rants, and wijg, no I am not this pat person I've heard about, if I were I'd have to hang myself with a bungee chord and keep on almost dying, and katie, screw you, ukelele is a hard word and I can't afford a dictionary
 
You're confusing me, kurruption. First you say you're not Pat and then you screw me? Does that mean you're possessing my boyfriend and critical moments?