I don't have a bloody clue what I was thinking about...
A few of us went for a post work drink, one of those 5:30pm couple of pints that degenerates into a messy chucking out time mid-week shambles.

I was in a beer and whisky mood and really 'tied one one' as I believe the kids like to say.

Semi conscious I slumped into the passenger seat of my mates car and immediately fell asleep. Now, I don't remember this bit, but near his house, apparently, I woke up, mumbled something about going too fast and wrenched the handbrake on. The car immediately fishtailed, hit a signpost and ended up on it's side.

It was only later, once we'd got the car hidden and we were safely home, that my mate asked me what the fuckity fuck I thought I had been doing. Embarrassed I felt obliged to buy the clearly written off motor from him for it's pre-crash value. I do hope it happened how he said.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Sat 25 Sep 2010, 14:36, Reply)