Apart from the shoes (mine wore a waistcoat not really), that is totally fucking identical to the machine I invented for my mother in the 80s, designed to stop her getting cancer from cigarettes. Your paint-out point was my fag-in access port. Who else has invented this machine?
Posted by Log at January 26, 2006 10:21 AMWell, thats you told good and proper Claire.
Posted by embee at January 29, 2006 04:06 PM