Twice the Prat
Not about me but instead my brother. One afternoon he was with his mate, who took it upon himself to kick the tyres of every posh looking car parked on the road (he had recently been let go from work, hence the general well-placed anger at those who decide that a nice ostentatious show of money was required). My brother yelled at him over his shoulder to stop, turned around and walked straight into a lamp-post.

A couple of months later he was telling a different mate about this…and walked into a set of traffic lights during the story. Classic.
(satanstolemyteddybear Mu hõljuk on angerjaid täis, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 15:38, Reply)