Five minutes spent rummaging around boxes and more boxes looking for a squonk pin; I asked myself in the shriek of a Jeremy Kyle guest: “What in all the levels of Dante’s Hell could have possessed OBS not to have included a pin?”
The thin Allen key should have given the game away sooner. That, or the unread instructions.
What a bloody brilliant atty this is. One minute a normal dripper, seconds later it’s a brilliant squonk atty - the high airflow holes preventing all but the clumsiest of squidges ending in mess. It’s like Batman, all black and two indentities. If Batman was a prostitute giving handjobs with a box of Kleenex. Well, not with the box - that would be pretty niche. No, in possession of the box. That.
Yep, it doesn’t have the clean steel lines of an elite dripper, but it cost the same as an aforementioned handjob. Not an arm and leg job. Again, pretty niche so I’m not sure where I was going with that.
More people should love this atomiser.
And death metal. More people should love that. Not because it’s good, just that they look the types who need more cuddles.
