chickenslegs

Many

Pot, kettle.

I fly economy class back to the UK about once a year. A couple of years ago I got got bumped up to Business. Having enough money to fly Business class would make me happy.

Nobody knows the history of this man's mental turmoil. His recent relationship may have just been the last straw. Anyway, his suffering is over. RIP

I really hate it when I have to ask someone to explain the joke.

Quite possibly.

I'm guessing that the "16" in the headline is a typo, as there is only mention of a 14 year old girl in the report.

Suit

Bender

Venomous

If it was me, I would take it to a Toyota workshop for checking. It's probably okay to drive it there if the warning light is steady. If the light is flashing, don't drive, get the garage to pick it up. Your tent dealer probably doesn't have the equipment to check. There will be some expense but better than causing engine/system damage.

I'd guess that weight and volume are factors, as all recyclables have to be transported off the island.

Tunnel

You are averaging +/- 10 posts per day OP( @Neeranamwith over 29,000 posts) is averaging only +/- 4 posts per day.

Someone will correct me if I'm wrong - but wasn't he elected as an MP in the last election? Doesn't he now have a duty to his electorate to attend parliament and campaign for all the things he promised them?

I didn't want to shout. And, stop calling me Shirley.

When PTP and their new pro-military allies appoint yet another stacked senate, there will be no need for a military coup. So, in a way, he is correct.

All of the above?

Extra

At 0.50 the gorgeous Edinburgh/English accent.

You have taught your 4 year old that it's okay to kick a teacher in the nuts? Bloody hell!

A therapist has a theory that couples who make love once a day are the happiest. So he tests it at a seminar by asking those assembled, “How many people here make love once a day?” Half the people raise their hands, each of them grinning widely. “Once a week?” A third of 
the audience members raise their hands, their grins a bit less vibrant. “Once a month?” A few hands tepidly go up. Then he asks, “OK, how about once a year?” One man in the back jumps up and down, jubilantly waving his hands. The therapist is shocked—this disproves his theory. “If you make love only once a year,” he asks, “why are you so happy?” The man yells, “Today’s the day!”

I'm from Stoke-on-Trent and I tow crate.