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  1. #16
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    8th October 2007 - 14:58
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    A creature of habits then

    One of my mates from my home town had a slightly neurotic neighbour who was very habit driven. They used to wait until he had taken his car elsewhere and then they'd steal his carpark and just sit down and wait for the show.
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  2. #17
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    21st May 2005 - 21:12
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    shit mate... you have the worst luck [and the funniest stories!]

    dads been looking for the petrol can for his mower for like 3 weeks. i bought him a new one when i replaced his POS old mower.
    mum and i cleared out the garage the other day and never found it. we asked him what color can he was looking for, thinking he was looking for his old green tin. he replied with "yellow". now, they dont make yellow petrol cans, and hes swearing thats its yellow, NOT red, despite the fact that im the one that bought it, and red was the only color on the shelf.

    one things for sure, if and when it turns up, it wont on be the can thats red.

  3. #18
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    21st October 2006 - 09:09
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    I praked my car at work this morning - about 0900 as I recall.

    Worked all day. Well, most of it.

    Got back to station just on 1930, parked up the work vehicle and went to get my car keys from my locker.

    Not there.

    Shit.

    Hunted the locker, my drawer in the station filing cabinet, the work vehicle, the garage floor, the station lounge, the office.

    No keys.

    25 minutes of hunting, I'm tired and bloody hungry, so walk out to the back car park to cry over my locked waka.

    Hanging out of the car door lock?

    My fucking keys.

    *sigh*

    Seems to have been a nationwide blonde day.
    At the 2007 Westpac Ride:

    Donor: So ya glad you're a Biker?

    Minnie: F**k yeah!

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