My Dad's car
My old man loved his car, more than me, more than Mum, more than anything. He didn't even drive it, he just kept it in the garage, clean and fresh.
The only time he was happy was when he was sat in his pristine vehicle.

One day we had a huge argument because he wouldn't let me get a tattoo of a moustache on my finger. Really the argument was about much much more and we ended up fighting each other with our tops off.
He beat me up but I didn't cry, I just had hayfever.

To get my revenge I decided to hurt the one thing he cared about, his pristine, vintage Honda Accord.

I propped the wheels up on jacks and set the engine running at full in reverse then I kicked the jacks away and it drove at full reverse speed through the garage and into some trees.

Looks like it was me who got the last laugh as the Honda Accord landed right on top of him whilst he was having an affair in the woods. Lol
Cheers
( WormuIus, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 16:50, 1 reply)

you are cameron fry
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( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 16:57, closed)