Finbarr Saunders strikes again
Back in the day, we used to go over to Norn Ireland a lot to visit the Granparents. This involved driving 400 miles up to Stranraer for the ferry to Larne.

Try this in a clapped-out Renault with your mum behind the wheel in the days before The Man was kind enough to build the M40. Eight hours in the back of the car with my brother and sister, bored stupid. Then, the rusty bag of bolts had the bad grace to die a death as we got to the ferry port.

At length, the man from the AA arrived, and cigarette hanging out the side of the mouth, listened to my mother's explanation.

"It's the alternator," she said, "My husband and I have had it off three times on the kitchen table."

AA Man looks up, raises an eyebrow as he sees three kids in the back of his car, crushes the cigarette butt under his heel, and dissolves into fits of laughter.

"Well... well... I never..."

Oh *mother*
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 11 Feb 2010, 13:58, 1 reply)

Haaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 11 Feb 2010, 15:04, closed)