Info about fitting extractor fans goes here … replacing this silly joke …
There once was a man who loved tractors, I mean he absolutely LOVED them. He had tractor models, tractor wallpaper, remote control miniature tractors, tractor board games, even some tractor porn (which is not easy to find I assure you!).
The only thing that even came close to his love for tractors, was the love he felt for his wife. His high school sweetheart, who didn’t mind his infatuation with tractors one bit. She didn’t even mind the role play where she would dress as a tractor, he would dress as a farmer, and he would take her for a “ride”.
Sadly his wife was badly injured one day when a tractor fell off the back of a transport truck. She didn’t die until he was at her side in the hospital. Her dying words “Please don’t blame the tractor honey” and with that she headed to the big farm in the sky.
Sadly, he did blame the tractor, he hated them now with all his mind, body, and soul. He went home and destroyed ALL his tractor related items, the toys, his wife’s tractor suit and even his collection of tractor porn. He put it all in a pile and burned it in the yard. What ever didn’t burn enough to his liking was thrown into a woodchipper.
He then retreated inside, becoming a recluse andrarely leaving his home for 8 years. Finally on the 8th anniversary of his darling wife’s death he decided it was time to get back out in the dating world … The main reason for this change of lifestyle was that the cute cashier at the grocery store had been asking him out for a while now. So he plucked up courage and called her out to dinner.
The restaurant he choose ended up being quite nice, good food, good service, great decor. However, there was one big problem, it was EXTREMELY smokey. So smokey in fact that his date, being an asthmatic, was having some trouble breathing.
After noticing her discomfort, he started breathing in. I mean REALLY breathing in … HUGE gulps of air. Inhaling with such force that all the smoke quickly left the dining room and went into his lungs.
When the room was completely void of smoke he stepped outside and released it all into the night.
When he rejoined his cute date in the restaurant, she was completely amazed and asked him “How on earth did you do that?” to which he replied, “I’m an extractor fan.”