Using a car to pull...
I've never really been a car type person, and I'd certainly never have considered bragging about it to make myself more popular with females, however this all changed when I bought myself a sporty little Italian number.

As I got more used to driving the damn thing, I started to take on the persona of "prick who drives fancy Italian car" or, in other words, a Top Gear presenter. In the spirit of such things I found myself in a drinking establishment one night, there was a bit of a party going and I got talking to a beautiful young lady at the bar. I then, for some reason, started waffling on about this bloody car - leather seats, horsepower etc. Thankfully she found this deeply amusing, thinking I was taking the piss out of a certain curly haired, Tory giant. It had worked!

One thing led to another and before we knew where we were, it was the morning after, we were in Sainsbury's car park and she asked if she could take it for a little test, just around the overflow. Nervous as I was, I agreed. Having assumed I was joking the night before, she fell in love with the machine almost instantly and demanded to be allowed to drive it home. As she'd not done too badly around the car park I agreed.

Sadly, this is where things take a distinclty less rosy hue. Never let someone you've fallen for drive you around in a sporty car, you're bound to distract them. In being so distracted, she took her eyes off the road at a crucial moment, lost control and skidded into a nearby tree. The fire crew that pulled me out told me that my lovely lady friend had died on impact and the car was completely obliterated.

Devastated, I was left by the side of the road to contemplate my Alfa Romeo and Juliette story.
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Sat 12 Dec 2009, 20:14, 2 replies)

*fires up the Spang-o-matic 5000*
:)
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Sun 13 Dec 2009, 11:12, closed)

*deserves*

( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Sun 13 Dec 2009, 22:25, closed)