London Fire Brigade reveals rise in handcuff callouts and other "events"
www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-23490859
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Genitals stuck in a Toaster???? WTF????
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I was in stitches reading this earlier - not the story which is a perennial but the way it was written...
"Emergency callouts included incidents where men had their genitals stuck in a toaster and a vacuum cleaner.
The brigade urged people to think carefully before calling 999"
That second line was the one that did it for me. Imagine having your nuts trapped in a toaster and thinking carefully before calling the Fire people...
"And children got their fingers stuck in toys 17 times - including one boy with a piece of lego stuck on his finger and another with his head in a tambourine"
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That'll be a pop-up no doubt
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A friend of mine is an A&E Doctor. Now he can tell some stories about 'things' getting stuck in places. Eye watering :)
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>> Genitals stuck in a Toaster???? WTF????
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It happens.
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>> It happens.
Stop boasting, or buy a bigger toaster then.
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He was probably told he could toast his Bagels.
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I was going to say that ! :-)
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>>probably told he could toast his Bagels
Cobblers! www.ifood.tv/recipe/plum_nut_cobbler
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We've all been reading 50 Shades of Grey!
Pat
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And the man with his genitalia stuck in a packet af cheese biscuits, eff-ing crackers apparently.
Last edited by: Jetski on Tue 30 Jul 13 at 08:13
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Why has the tradition arisen that it is the responsibility of a fire-fighting body to turn out to help people who have misused domestic appliances?
Why not Currys, or a blacksmith, or a local "No job too small" man?
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>>And the man with his genitalia stuck in a packet af cheese biscuits, eff-ing crackers apparently.
Absolute swivel-eyed loon - hob knobs are far better IMO.
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If you like a bit of rough.
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>> We've all been reading 50 Shades of Grey!
50 sheds of grey is a better read apparantely.
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I thought it was 50 grades of shed?
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www.amazon.co.uk/Fifty-Sheds-Grey-Erotica-not-too-modern/dp/0752265458
'Hurt me!' she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over the workbench.
'Very well,' I replied, 'You've got fat ankles and no dress sense.'
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