Going for the Singular
I received this from a stock photo library recently:
I think these guys must have my house under surveillance, I really do. I mean, there is nothing I like doing more than lying on a sun lounger, indoors, with my shades, T-shirt and shorts on, gesturing wildly at a blank monitor and about to topple face-first into my conveniently positioned paddling pool. It's all part of my vibrant, purposeful, and highly individualistic approach to the single life.
Luckily I have yet another handy error message for situations such as this.
I think these guys must have my house under surveillance, I really do. I mean, there is nothing I like doing more than lying on a sun lounger, indoors, with my shades, T-shirt and shorts on, gesturing wildly at a blank monitor and about to topple face-first into my conveniently positioned paddling pool. It's all part of my vibrant, purposeful, and highly individualistic approach to the single life.
Luckily I have yet another handy error message for situations such as this.