Pete's Problem Pointers.

Fellow Sv peeps,I have decided to offer my counselling skills to assist anyone that has a problem or concern that is causing them some decision making headaches.
I can adress issues of a variety of topics but would prefer to bare in mind the "U" rating of the site and so we shall if you don't mind side step all matters regarding "Doctor's and nurses" and front bottoms,if you don't mind.

So come on the floor is yours, be you agonising over how to breach the embarrasing matter of your partner's cheesey smelling feet. Or wandering how to see your mother in law move out of your home without you upsetting her.

This is a public service in aid of enriching our little SV community.

This will remain anonymous right?

Young Scoobs,only you and I will share your problem,other forum members will be blacked out from our communication. Is it a personal hygiene problem you have son?

only u and scoobs pah were all watching,is this thread in the same style as scoobs thread from a while ago'ask scoobs'where he seemed to know the answer to EVERYTHING?

Originally Posted by Peter Henry

Is it a personal hygiene problem you have son?

Damn you're good. Can you smell me from there?

Originally Posted by jim@55

only u and scoobs pah were all watching,is this thread in the same style as scoobs thread from a while ago'ask scoobs'where he seemed to know the answer to EVERYTHING?

I don't want to blow my own trumpet, but that WAS comic genius!

Now Jim, that was a cleverly planned smoke screen that you tried to use there.

However answering the problem mentioned on your pm message, I don't think that your understanding friends would mind if you occasionally joined them for a drink at your local watering hole in a dress of your choice. After all in this day and age why would you think they would even bat an eyelid?

Young Scoobs, I think the mentioning of "trumpets" should be refrained from due to your notoriety in a certain department.

Much as you love them,I think it is best for a peaceful family existence if you now discard the remaining 20 kilos of sprouts that you bought as a job lot last July. Much as your good lady likes to choose new decorating schemes, the constantly peeling paint of your lounge ceiling cannot impress her I am sure.

Happy to be of service.

I found a space Alien in a jam jar in my attic.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/st...703094,00.html

I am worried the big boys are going to make fun of me, since I am socially awkward at the best of times.
Whatever shall I do Peter?

Yours hopfully,
Worried.

Originally Posted by Peter Henry

Young Scoobs, I think the mentioning of "trumpets" should be refrained from due to your notoriety in a certain department.

It's all smoke and mirrors mate. Mrs Scoobs calls me her little button mushroom.