Chthonic says he's still reeling from a trip to a wedding that cost him nearly £600; while a friend of ours hazily presented his credit card to the bar staff in a shady club in the Baltic states. You know how that one ended.
(, Thu 13 May 2010, 13:03)
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And I was taking a sicky. I just couldn't be arsed with school anymore, I was going to college after the summer so it didn't really matter anyway. A mate of mine had the same thing going on, so he came round and we borrowed my dad's car to pick up his bird. We went to a restaurant, saw a parade (my mate acting like a twat and joining in - he'll never grow up) and a museum. Some nice stuff there.
But when we were driving back I noticed the car had too many miles on it, and my dad would go nuts. I lost my fucking rag and battered the crap out of the bastard thing. Cost me a shitload! But I got my self-respect back.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 23:54, 8 replies)
you didn't send the car through the glass wall of a garage did you? Silly boy.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 23:58, closed)
I find these people irrelevant to my immediate needs.
(, Wed 19 May 2010, 4:34, closed)
You should have just put the wheels on blocks in ran it in reverse to clock back the mileage.
No need to get silly now.
(, Wed 19 May 2010, 11:56, closed)
oh yeah chicky chick ka
(, Wed 19 May 2010, 13:45, closed)
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