and I see two birds in the distance so I dumped it into 2nd and floored it in order to show my superior genes and breeding skills. Turns out that they were grannies, still, they was well impressed but I gave em the finger.
Not in that sense..
Cos they was with their boyfriends who co-own a XR3i, and I dint want no trouble so I went to macdonalds to get some lunch, and then I went to the supermarket for cheap bear. En-route I finally master the art of lighting a ciggie with a clipper at 70.00mph without looking. Then I drove home to google expensive sunglasses - the final step in becoming a true poser.
All topless, except for the google bit.
I now marvel at the fact I havent had to open the bonnet to top up the oil or replace the head-gasket since I got the car.
Im rambling on now, thinking about my car. Should I get the Magic Tree or the Mr. Men air freshener? What about the tax disc holder? So many choices...
I strongly feel this post has enough depth and emotional relationship issues to justify my posting it and also justify your analytical and Romantic (with a "R") views and opinions of the metre and timbre of my poetic words, particulary the way they reflect the profound and everlasting conflict between tyre pressure and valve caps.
Essentially Im asking (in a roundabout way): Do I have a chance with those birds?
eh?
Quote from: sdpIm rambling on now, thinking about my car. Should I get the Magic Tree or the Mr. Men air freshener? What about the tax disc holder? So many choices...
You gay pansy :P
Quote from: sdpand I see two birds in the distance so I dumped it into 2nd and floored it in order to show my superior genes and breeding skills. Turns out that they were grannies, still, they was well impressed but I gave em the finger.
Not in that sense..
Cos they was with their boyfriends who co-own a XR3i, and I dint want no trouble so I went to macdonalds to get some lunch, and then I went to the supermarket for cheap bear. En-route I finally master the art of lighting a ciggie with a clipper at 70.00mph without looking. Then I drove home to google expensive sunglasses - the final step in becoming a true poser.
All topless, except for the google bit.
I now marvel at the fact I havent had to open the bonnet to top up the oil or replace the head-gasket since I got the car.
Im rambling on now, thinking about my car. Should I get the Magic Tree or the Mr. Men air freshener? What about the tax disc holder? So many choices...
I strongly feel this post has enough depth and emotional relationship issues to justify my posting it and also justify your analytical and Romantic (with a "R") views and opinions of the metre and timbre of my poetic words, particulary the way they reflect the profound and everlasting conflict between tyre pressure and valve caps.
Essentially Im asking (in a roundabout way): Do I have a chance with those birds?
i lolled twice :lol: :shock:
Thats some pretty good sarcasm you got going there sdp. Let me see, um, what about, if it was TROGDOR instead of two grannies. Oh yeah, that would be pretty good.
This is essentially my post/topic of the month. Excellent :lol:
:bowdown:
Actually essentially the querstion is - are you on drugs?
CO leak, tbh.
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FTW!
God, I gotta get that hair-do!
I know some one that can machine out a personal design tax disc holder, Im getting a Peugeot holder in about a week.
My sis has a metal car-shaped td holder, its pink tho so I cant nick it :(
Anyway, heres the update yous all waiting on:
Today I went for a drive through the country. The weather wasnt all that so I left the hood up. I had that band who did My Hump and Dont Lie on the cd player (I actually bought it from Tesco in Wales cos Wales needed to see what a cool person looks like, and hip-hop is part of being cool, especially Girl-Power hip-hop tracks such as My Hump).
I digress with an excessively long sentence, apologies. The route I was taking was one I did a lot in my minis, and Im still trying to beat my Mini record for the loop. Its difficult when you gotta keep an eye out for hot farmers wives who all want a ride in my car. Well, its the chest hair, mainly.
Women with chest hair are awesome, arent they? So anyway Im still not beating my mini record, this car is only quicker past 60, but these roads you cant do more than 60 on cos thats the speed limit. Also my tyres have appalling grip, so I cant go nuts with it when the roads are damp. I think a decent mini would do an mx5 in this kind of driving. But the 5 wins overall because I can actually her the music Im playing and so can the cows I pass.
I had to stop for a moment to watch them shake their lumps to the beat, they were mooing too much so I told em shut up, just shut up and I carried on my way.
I didnt see any females of the human kind but the rear view mirror keeps me happy by showing me how awfully cool I look driving along, still, the question is nagging in my mind: Where is the love?