my cousin was trying to get rid of a table which weighed 500kg, but living in a house of females who can't tell the difference between nails and screws, she obviously had problems dismantling it. so she enlisted my help. so i kindingly lovingly agreed to help. so i went to her house. so the moment i stepped into her room, i saw her mother and her sister lying under the table doing an earthquake drill. or so it seems. they were, in fact, attempting to figure out which screw to use. they also matched a cross-head screwdriver to a hexagonal screw head, and were sitting there turning the driver round and round, while deep in discussing about why the table wasn't coming apart. so i chased them out of the room. they sat UNDER a table while trying to take it apart. god knows they might try to swallow a screwdriver or something. okay anyway i sat down and started taking the table apart. when i got to the hexagonal screws:

me: eh pass me the allen keys.
cousin: huh? who's allen?
me: forget it i'll get it myself.

then i finished and went to the living room, where my other cousin was making herself ornamental:

me: eh just now i asked grace for the allen key and guess what she said?
cousin: huh? who's allen?

okay not funny. i'm in a state of panic now. exams in less than 24 hours and i'm blgoging about allen keys.

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