Talking of Dodgems
A friend of mine from a young age was obsessed with them, he had pictures of them on his wall and traveled for miles to spend hours on end riding them. I often wondered why his parents spent the time and money on such an obscure and dead end hobby.

As soon as my friend was sixteen he ran off and joined the fair and trained from a grease monkey up to dodgem controller.

One fateful day there was a nasty crash involving a little girl and an old lady , my friend got the blame (even though he was off that day) and was sacked. My friend came round crying to my house and asked how he could get his dream job back.

I suggested he sued them for fun-fare dismissal.
( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 14:16, 5 replies)

*Clicks*

( Trollman, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 14:22, closed)

Oh ye gods and all the little fishes ...
I feel click-raped.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 14:24, closed)

I love going to the fun fair, I love the food - pop corn, toffee apples, those boil in the bag goldfish.*
*Nicked from Sikipedia.
( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 14:28, closed)

Bastard - *click*
I was caught blind-sided on that one just like a dodgem.
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 14:55, closed)

click

( zulu eh?, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 21:20, closed)