I got a new motorbike.
A nice shiny 125.

Totally brand new, and all gleaming.

Got a text from my gf, asking me to come over. I didn't really want to, as it was raining and blowing a gale, and she lived on a farm down a muddy track in the middle of nowhere. I wanted to keep my new bike in that 'showroom new' condition as long as poss.

Still, she was cool and she sounded upset, so I rode out. Got soaked to the skin and covered in mud and my new bike now looked like I just crossed Africa on it.

Rang doorbell.

'We need to talk..'

Yup she dumped me. She looked at me to see my reaction as she told me.

I was furious.
She could have told me that ON THE BLOODY PHONE!
(inflateable, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 19:02, Reply)