What would you say to some quite dreadful computer-generated advice?
Guaranteed not to help. And that's a guarantee* [citation-needed]
I think something strange has been evading my personalised number plate.
You could try this: The first step is to pass an electric current through your personalised number plate's armpit, and if you can, get hold of a useful sticky plaster. Then, use the sticky plaster to refer to the manual entry about the personalised number plate's crowbar. Later, file a formal complaint about your personalised number plate's lipstick with a good brand of birthday cake. That should do the trick.
There seem to be an awful lot of ways of shouting at a shoebox, and don't know where to begin.
Most people just establish a meaningful relationship with them using an up-to-date antelope, but that's not always as good as using a reasonably good guided missile.
There's a ginormous uplighter revitalising my mobile phone. Do others have this problem?
Get your onion ring out! Have a go!
Somebody sold me this useless Persian rug and I can't shift it. Any ideas?
Get your gun out! Problems over.
What's the best way to establish a meaningful relationship with a guitar without using an aardvark?
Get your blowtorch out! You shouldn't have any more trouble.
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