to my mountain Natural Gas does not come so I have a beautiful oil tank. If I need, I call the hose and comes at once. More majo him.
However, it still depends on this wonderful invention called "butane". There are many jokes and stories here on butane and his adventures, much like that in my country have on the dairy. As if all women in England were bundled with the milkman (who are usually ugly and milky) or Spain with butane (I have not seen a handsome butane. I apologize in advance to readers of this blog butane!).
Personally, I do not think so. Much easier to see the palette Liard, the carpenter, the gardener or painter. At least in my town. In fact, I think the butane does not exist! Are type of urban legend because it never come here.
So quite often I have to go down to the super of my people, which seems more than a super "Harrods" in small because it has everything but has nothing, and then hide behind a tree until you see happen to someone you know or stronger than me (which is not difficult). To see my victim, I get into the store and match nicely with them and then put my face in little pain (which frequently use the mirror) and thus bring the bottle to get to my car. Is that heavy, eh.
The problem I have it when I get home because there is usually no one, and hide behind a tree on my own street or my garden would be somewhat suspect. But now I have told the Chinese, another wonderful invention, butane sold carts! That's fantastic!
now only need to bring me a motor to raise and lower the trunk of the car and finally I will be an independent woman!
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