OK, where is it?

Do you want me to give it back then?

 

I'll get onto it right away. I can use some cable ties and an unopened
can of beer.

 

As tales of female fuckwittery go, that is right up there.

I hope she has many positive attributes which make up for it...

 

I did but because we were taking the piss out of each others' photo.

That was the last time I really remember seeing it.

 

Under the seat of your bike?
Inside some obscure pocked on a bike jacket?
Tankbag?


Try and remember the last time you saw it, where did you see it, what
were you doing with it, what did you do with it afterwards - I didn't
say think about it for 2 seconds, I said try and "see" it, might take
some time, but it'll work once you sober up.

 

When my elder sister started driving I taught her how to change a
wheel. One day she got a puncture on her old Talbot Sunbeam and was
chuffed to bits that she managed to change the wheel herself. When I
asked for knackered spare so I could get the tyre changed she said she
rolled it into the ditch beside the road "because it's no use to anyone
now the tyre's punctured, why should I take it home."

I had to drive out to where she'd changed the wheel to retrieve it from
the ditch.

 

Ho yuss ...

 

I'm waiting for it to turn up.

Cheeky ****. I'm getting wankered on Saturday.

 

You cheap ****!


--
Beav

VN 750
Zed 1000
OMF# 19

 

I've checked here and it's not here. Is it with all that stuff you brought
back from the last time you went away - the crumpled Michelin map, bureau de
change receipt for your Euros, wad of credit card receipts, etc?

 

Your virginity?

--
Ivan Reid, School of Engineering & Design, _____________ CMS Collaboration,
Brunel University. Ivan.Reid@[brunel.ac.uk|cern.ch] Room 40-1-B12, CERN
GSX600F, RG250WD "You Porsche. Me pass!" DoD #484 JKLO#003, 005
WP7# 3000 LC Unit #2368 (tinlc) UKMC#00009 BOTAFOT#16 UKRMMA#7 (Hon)
KotPT -- "for stupidity above and beyond the call of duty".

 

I was walking down past Ursula College at ANU one night when an
old VW Beetle turned the corner from Sullivan's Creek Road, and lost its
left rear wheel. As the car sparked to a halt, the errant wheel rolled
across the lawns and behind a hedge, coming to rest in a flower-bed.
Being a Good Samaritan type I recovered it and rolled it back to the car
where the lady driver was already jacking the car up with a spare wheel
beside her. She was pretty much intent on the job and ignored me.
"Here's your wheel back." "Oh, OK. I could hear it rattling so I thought
it was loose, so I put a spare and some tools in the back."

--
Ivan Reid, School of Engineering & Design, _____________ CMS Collaboration,
Brunel University. Ivan.Reid@[brunel.ac.uk|cern.ch] Room 40-1-B12, CERN
GSX600F, RG250WD "You Porsche. Me pass!" DoD #484 JKLO#003, 005
WP7# 3000 LC Unit #2368 (tinlc) UKMC#00009 BOTAFOT#16 UKRMMA#7 (Hon)
KotPT -- "for stupidity above and beyond the call of duty".

 

You weren't in a newsagent's in Oldham last week, were you ?

 

Immensely practical train of thought.
Probably explains the several fairly decent tyres and wheels I've found
in ditches over the years.
--
Dave
GS850x2 XS650 SE6a

"It's a moron working with power tools.
How much more suspenseful can you get?"
- House

 

Line re-written: I was taking the piss out of her photo.

Spot the clue?
--
Dave
GS850x2 XS650 SE6a

"It's a moron working with power tools.
How much more suspenseful can you get?"
- House

 

Heh