This can used!

You put the oil on the skin or else you get a body on the terrace again.
— The mafia

Goes well with carpet

I’ll anticipate the oil can oe was it the sauce.

“Pour the hour of oil” … That is one huge bottle to hold that much!

Are we sure this isn’t a sex toy?

Can oil of can, really?

Personal Status: Screwed Open

Is it really necessary to put a body on the terrace to screw it tight?

An hour of oil is way too much. You only need minute quantities.

If you try to open it, you make it opened.
If you try to translate it, you make it can’t.

If you don’t eat your liquid, how can you drink any figs?

I faced a direction and tilted to one side but the instructions didn’t make any more sense.

The body on the terrace is nothing to do with me, officer. He tried to screw someone in the oil business.

These are some rather saucy instructions.

Part of sex education cirriculum in China.

Error opening: Personal status cannot be identified.

The hour of oil is upon us!

How do you eat a liquid? Surely that should be drink? And I don’t want to think about how much oil you’d use up in an hour…

OK. Sounds clear. But what has killing your landlord, got to do with topping up your car’s oil?

OK. I tilted the container, but the oil ran on the bed. Am I supposed to invert my lover first?
She also resent the inference, that she just lies there like a corpse.

I see! The complex’s bylaws state that doing mechanical work on the premises is prohibited. But killing the manager is a bit harsh, when I want to top up my car’s oil. Can’t I just tie a copy of the Act and the Bylaws around his neck, and chuck him in the pool.

At least they used the pretty Papyrus font…after that, I didn’t recognize anything on the scroll.

Ugh. I’m only interested in the full fig and the ‘edible liquid’ . . . perhaps the fig juice?

♫ She put the fig in the oil can
She drank them both up
She saw the bodies on the terrace
And thought that they would schtupp ♫

The Chinese can-can dance!

What about filter? Should I screw by hand, making it with a personal status?

Whisper in their ear ‘Me gustaia joderlie” and see if thy move. If they don’t, they are surely dead.

The oil is in full fig this time of year.

That is why penises have a knob on the end. So if oil make hand slip, you no whack self on forehead.

Officer, I have no idea how that body got on the terrace.

What if you don’t have the time to pour the hour of oil?

Um, no thanks – I’ll go to Jiffy Lube instead.