Saffron Walden to Shipton under Wychwood in a Ford Prefect.
My mate and his wife in the front, me and my wife and baby in the back and all our wordlies in the boot.
Back axle broke and the rear of the car done a curtsy.
Luckily only 50 yards from the new house so we walked the rest.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Thu 15 Jan 2015, 11:44, 9 replies)

Was your towel in the boot?

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 15 Jan 2015, 11:54, closed)

Soz don't geddit.

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Thu 15 Jan 2015, 13:06, closed)

Did you pick up any hitchhikers?

( .Yeti., Thu 15 Jan 2015, 14:40, closed)

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 15 Jan 2015, 15:13, closed)

thy undumped similes
are totally lacking without the help of a Poetry Appreciation Chair
(Carpe Cyprinidae, Thu 15 Jan 2015, 19:06, closed)

What's your fucking problem mate?

(Baggenfrock get fucked, Thu 15 Jan 2015, 15:34, closed)

See you! See him!

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Thu 15 Jan 2015, 20:13, closed)

What were the pros and cons?

( social hand grenade I was a lurker before you were a lurker, Thu 15 Jan 2015, 22:08, closed)

If you were in Ford Prefect
You must be older than me.
( CharlesDexterWard no rush eh, Fri 16 Jan 2015, 20:33, closed)