What would you say to some quite dreadful computer-generated advice?
Guaranteed not to help. And that's a guarantee* [citation-needed]
I think my flatmate has been canvassing my spaceship.
Most people just open a bank account for them using a sterile shower curtain, but that's not always as good as using a sturdy snooker table.
There's a rubbish chief inspector stuck to my quail! Is this normal?
You're not alone! Begin to scratch your chief inspector's soiled surface, and ask a grownup for fake mostache. If you manage that, use the fake mostache to drain cabbage into the chief inspector's office workstation. Perfect it by aquiring level 6 access to your chief inspector's woolly outer coating with a new model nasal hair trimmer. Problems over.
I think I'm in love with my double bed. I don't know what to do, please help.
I sleep with mine every night.
Innoculating my Beatles tribute band is really quite difficult. Can you help?
Try saving it with a hostage. You might find it'll start an argument about it.
I've unexpectedly had no success gesticulating at my van. Please help!
Most people just douse petrol over them using a good old house fly, but that's not always as good as using some kind of double-barrelled shot gun.
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