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Oh well, at least I don't have to worry...
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...about scratching the GTR any more.
Because it's just been Fiat Puntod.
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Congrats, or something like that :(.
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Infuriating. Commiserations, old chap.I think you're being quite
restrained in the circumstances.
That expression of sympathy, heartfelt as it is, is totally
unconnected with the fact that I was rather hoping to have a go on
said machine the next time I saw you.
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It wasn't an X regd light metallic green one, was it? Young blonde
girl who can barely see through the steering wheel?
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No. Just a young blind guy[1]. Obviously, if it *had* been your
daughter, a simple blowjob could have settled the matter.
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The blind guy didn't want one, then?
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[1] I mean, he must be. He bought a Punto.
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FFS!!
Have you been going round stamping on four-leaf clovers?
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Filtering past stationary traffic, and matey decides to lurch out sans
indicator, looking, or brain. As I was alongside him.
His offside[1] front wing made contact with my nearside[1] pannier,
scuffing it. And stoving the wing in.
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You could cover the scratch with stickers of all your journeys: IOM;
Chimay; Dieppe; etc.
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You are a very bad man!
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Now I've got the song "Keep On Wunning" in my head ...
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Through a feat of enormous skill and blind luck I stayed on the bike.
Luckily the guy in the Tuffnells truck that I'd just passed stopped,
called the driver an effing muppet, and gave me his details. I do like
friendly witnesses. Thanks mate!
Aunty Carole has been informed, and we'll see what matey's got to say
when I find out what a repair will cost.
[1] Flicks vees at Champ.
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