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( , Thu 3 Sep 2009, 12:20)
Dreadful pits of hellish torture for both customer and the people who work there. Press 1 to leave an amusing story, press 2 for us to send you a lunchbox full of turds.
( , Thu 3 Sep 2009, 12:20)
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I was that child
It was my dads technics twin cassett decks 20 years ago when they were completely awesome and my dad was never shy of giving my a good smack. My older brother who was 12 refused to help me fix it, laughed at me and took the piss. I took a pair of pliers and a screw driver to it, and fixed the fucker.
I never looked back and have been pulling things apart for years with some minor successes including a video cassett recorder, a dvd player, a portable television, 100's of computers, a food mixer and numerous other bits and pieces....
( , Thu 3 Sep 2009, 16:33, 1 reply)
It was my dads technics twin cassett decks 20 years ago when they were completely awesome and my dad was never shy of giving my a good smack. My older brother who was 12 refused to help me fix it, laughed at me and took the piss. I took a pair of pliers and a screw driver to it, and fixed the fucker.
I never looked back and have been pulling things apart for years with some minor successes including a video cassett recorder, a dvd player, a portable television, 100's of computers, a food mixer and numerous other bits and pieces....
( , Thu 3 Sep 2009, 16:33, 1 reply)
When I was 19
I borrowed my mum's car to go to Nottingham during my first summer home from university, went round a corner too quickly and smashed the nearside indicator. Rather than look like a mong who couldn't be trusted to borrow a car for a day, I phoned Directory Enquiries, found a Citroen dealer with an address I recognised, drove around until I found it, bought a replacement, drove to my university, managed to borrow a toolset from a postgrad in my department and changed the bugger. Meant to tell my mum eventually but forgot all about it until now.
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I borrowed my mum's car to go to Nottingham during my first summer home from university, went round a corner too quickly and smashed the nearside indicator. Rather than look like a mong who couldn't be trusted to borrow a car for a day, I phoned Directory Enquiries, found a Citroen dealer with an address I recognised, drove around until I found it, bought a replacement, drove to my university, managed to borrow a toolset from a postgrad in my department and changed the bugger. Meant to tell my mum eventually but forgot all about it until now.
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