I like corned beef as much as the next man, but wtf do you make by blending the stuff? A corned beef smoothy? I mean, it sounds pretty manly. Is this what separates the alphas from the betas?
You know how these things go - You're in the middle of something, when someone phones and you carry on absently while focussing on the conversation... or something important happens and you have to clear stuff away, forgetting exactly where you placed the tool...
You're right of course.
I can do .44 or .357 but unfortunately, the meat might be inedible afterwards.
(yes, the .357 has my name on it. My logic is that if I've got the bullet with my name on it, nobody else has)
Yeah, everybody says that until they have someone talking to them while they work, then they simply mislay the item. It's as easy as that, and if you live with other people the chances of mislaying something increase.
So you have never, ever, ever, EVER, in your whole long life of thirty-five thousand, two hundred and nine posts, lost a single thing apart from one excessively convoluted chain of events that sounds like a poorly conceived excuse in a bad PACE interview?
To be fair, OP didn't say he lost it. He said he can't find it, suggesting it's still believed to be around (and thus not actually lost) but certainly not where it should be... and he also said 'our', which implies other people are involved in the disappearance, and thus opens up magnitudes of possibilities.
I also said (in very small text) that Mrs. Feek would know exactly where it was and I was right. When she got home and I asked about said tin opener, she pointed me in the right direction. I was looking in the drawer it used to be in, not the drawer that she moved it to without mentioning it.
