CatmanV2
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I wondered why she had the famous Arachnid tattooed on the back of her neck?!
And there was me thinking that scorpions were insects. Good job I checked
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I wondered why she had the famous Arachnid tattooed on the back of her neck?!
School day Chris??!!...........(Don't tell anyone; so did I)And there was me thinking that scorpions were insects. Good job I checked
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School day Chris??!!...........(Don't tell anyone; so did I)
That someone, not necessarily on this forum, tried to get this UK Gov petition up and running on their website..
Petition: Exempt V8 petrol vehicles from fuel excise tax
Vote to exempt V8 powered petrol vehicles from fuel excise dutypetition.parliament.uk
Something that is still making me grin today. I was repeatedly beeped at and sworn at today whilst in the XKR Jaaag. The guy in the other car was yelling “you stupid effing little c…” repeatedly whilst tooting his tiny horn. My husband pointed out afterwards that using the word “little” was a compliment! He wasn’t calling me an old trout. Oh, and the guy stalled his Honda Civic when he tried to speed off.
Nothing spectacular, my husband had jumped out of the passenger side on a red light. The lights changed, I realised that he’d got the car key in his pocket and couldn’t hear me shouting “you’ve got the key” because of the guy behind with his hand stuck on his horn. So, it was entirely my fault that I held up 2 or 3 cars on time critical missions in Folkestone town centre on a Sunday morning. The clown, who followed me, still blaring his horn, then had to double back and headed off in an entirely different direction. I know I could have driven away without the key, but I wouldn’t have been able to turn the engine off. Humph! But at least he called me “little”
If that'd happened anywhere else but in a car you can guarantee they wouldn't have said a word , the car isn't the impregnable tank they think it is as I'm sure they'll find out when they do it to the wrong personNothing spectacular, my husband had jumped out of the passenger side on a red light. The lights changed, I realised that he’d got the car key in his pocket and couldn’t hear me shouting “you’ve got the key” because of the guy behind with his hand stuck on his horn. So, it was entirely my fault that I held up 2 or 3 cars on time critical missions in Folkestone town centre on a Sunday morning. The clown, who followed me, still blaring his horn, then had to double back and headed off in an entirely different direction. I know I could have driven away without the key, but I wouldn’t have been able to turn the engine off. Humph! But at least he called me “little”
Must have been Italian…Lancia I am guessing