A while ago we decided to invest in a shredder. This was as a result of all those scare stories going around telling us how easy it is for identity theft to occur and so we could shred all our sensitive information into homemade confetti. Our first shredder stopped working after 10 minutes of use. I got the blame for the malfunction. I had been cramming too much paper into the shredder with gay abandon and boyish excitement. Not true, I protest, but the Missus is insistent that I knackered the shredder. So we returned the faulty item and got a replacement. Lo and behold this unit did the same thing and burnt-out in about 10 minutes. Proving my innocence, I did a little victory dance until the Missus had apologised for the slur on my character.
Anyway, the upshot of this was that I ordered a new shredder at the weekend. In fact, in the same order I’d ordered some padded envelopes to ship off all the DVDs I sold on eBay recently. Well today the delivery man arrived with the order and there were my envelopes, but duh…duh…duh…there was NO SHREDDER. The curse of the shredder has struck again. Three times we’ve been denied a shredder…three times the curse has struck. How can we break the spell? How can we end this nightmare. Hopefully the shredder will arrive tomorrow.
In the post: KTU – 8 Armed Monkey purchased from Riverman. Thanks, Geno!

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