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I saw a poor old lady fall over in the street today. At least I presume she was poor - she only had £1.20 in her purse.

I was thinking about applying for a job in Pyongyang. But that would be a bad Korea move.

I was attacked by some little ginger boy doing martial arts. It turned out to be the carroty kid!

I was adopted at birth and have never met my mother. That makes it very difficult to enjoy any lapdance.

I'm not the Prime Minister, but if I was, I wouldn't be in a boat handing out donated food while wearing a baseball cap with my party's name on it. Blatant politicising. (As it happens, we had a massive storm through here last night and I just spent the morning out with my chainsaw helping some neighbours clear fallen trees on their properties, and have the ant bites to prove it),

Deja vu all over again...

That suitcase really gets some milage out of one charge!

Born in Ohio to Indian parents.

If it's Boeing I'm going! But not coming back.