Cars

[orange_foam]

This morning, as I walked through town on the way to work, I noticed a scarlet Maserati Spyder at the lights, about to cross the Liffey. Naturally, I did a double take. The driver was a middle-aged type in a shirt and tie. As the lights went green, he appeared to gun it - but then the car stuttered, the revs died, and he looked rather foolish. "Ha

Comments

[autosuggested]

Heh heh heh. Lovely little bit of self-deprecation.

[orange_foam]

You sounded absolutely battered in your voicemail the other night. I only picked it up in work the following Monday:

"Rubicon breakdown, *gurn, gnash*, AHAHAHAHAHA! Emmm, call me there and I'll, errr, I'll... call me there and I'll yeah, then I'll, yeah... Just call me back, will you!?"

Har, har!

[autosuggested]

Eh, I called you on Saturday night?

Mangled, absolutely mangled. And I wasn't the only one, you might ask a certain long-haired pixie-music fan what state he was in.

[orange_foam]

Awww, LEGGGGENNNNNND!