Ms Biff Biffs the Biffmobiles

[Biff]

Ms Biff leaves for work yesterday am. The routine being she leaves before I do, I feed and water the Bifflings, then I pack them off to the coal mine.

Ms Biff is running late so in a blind panic she's running around the house like an Albatross on LSD, darts out of the house into our gargre, jumps in the primary Biffmobile, opens the garage door, starts up the motor, then accelerates, hard. Not thinking of checking her mirrors she reverses straight into Biffmotor MkII.

Plenty of damage including broken light clusters, dented wings and buckled bumpers.

Her excuse, "But you were parked out on the road yesterday"

[White trash]

Oh now THAT is brilliant!

Good on her.

[TonyB]

LOL.....wouldn't she have had to walk past Biffmotor MkII (or at least SEEN it) before she entered the primary Biffmobile??

Then again, how did she react when Biff biffed the Biffbird MkI at Ruapuna Biff? I would take that into consideration before commencing verbal abuse

[XTC]

Of course it's all your fault.......
Pics please.

[Riff Raff]

Oh no!
"Err Hello Mr Insurance Man. My that's a lovely polyester suit you have on today, really defines those manly buttocks of yours - mind if I give them a quick kiss? Now, you know how you gave me all that money recently to buy a new motorsikkel after the track attacked it....weeeeell ...."

[Biff]

LOL.....wouldn't she have had to walk past Biffmotor MkII (or at least SEEN it) before she entered the primary Biffmobile??

Then again, how did she react when Biff biffed the Biffbird MkI at Ruapuna Biff? I would take that into consideration before commencing verbal abuse

As moi payed for both motors and the Biffbird she daren't say too much or I'll sulk. And trust me, you've never seen a sulk until you've seen a Biffsulk©.

No - she didn't walk passed Biffmoto MkII. You walk out of our living room, >> through the library >> through the study >> games room >>workshop>> laundry room and Biffmoto MkI is parked right by the internal gargrger/house door. Biffmoto Mk II was behind it. Biff Bird was a distance away thnk fork.

[Biff]

Of course it's all your fault.......
Pics please.

None of Ms Biffs motor yet.

[Sniper]

Hmmmm, me thinks the bikers gods be passing on a message to you Biff.

[Riff Raff]

Umm I dont think he's talking about the Biff Bird Riff Raff..

I know that - motorbikes don't usually have bumpers! I have my car insurance and bike insurance with the same company so I'm just assuming he does too.

[Biff]

I know that - motorbikes don't usually have bumpers! I have my car insurance and bike insurance with the same company so I'm just assuming he does too.

Nope. Thankfully.

Before moving here the only time I'd ever claimed on an insurance policy was when I had a bike stolen in 1988. Since being here I've claimed for a new bike, on house contents (helmet, leathers etc), and now potetially two car policies. But I really want to avoid doing this, as my excess is huuuuge, and combine that with the likely increase in premiums next year I guess I'll be selling of bits of my body for the next 6 months. Should net me about $20. Unless I get paid by the Kilo.

[Paul in NZ]

Pah! You think thats embarassing...

Vicki jumps in Moby Dick and decides to reverse out to the right instead of the usual to the left (long story - don't worry but the important part is she backs out the other way than usual)

Puts the white whales towbar straight into the daughters boyfriends pride and joy utterly immaculate old BMW 318i.... Oooops! Naturally boy friend can't say too much 'cos he is staying the night and wants to stay sweet with Vicki (who can be a bit fiery) but you can see he is a bit annoyed!

Still... Not too bad, just a little dent below the rear bumper that vicki says she will get fixed (ie Paul will pay for that)

Things calm down - fast forward 2 weeks...

Vicki jumps in Moby Dick again and decides to reverse out to the right instead of the usual to the left again.... Oh dear! It's the first time the b/f has been brave enough to come back and has taken to parking his car on the lawn and way out of the range of the driveway...

Vicki scores a direct hit 100cm from the last one but 10 times harder!

Boyfriend is gob smacked and starting to feel like maybe Vicki don't like him no more...

Had to laugh! (Until I got the bill)

[Biff]

Pah! You think thats embarassing...

Vicki jumps in Moby Dick and decides to reverse out to the right instead of the usual to the left (long story - don't worry but the important part is she backs out the other way than usual)

Puts the white whales towbar straight into the daughters boyfriends pride and joy utterly immaculate old BMW 318i.... Oooops! Naturally boy friend can't say too much 'cos he is staying the night and wants to stay sweet with Vicki (who can be a bit fiery) but you can see he is a bit annoyed!

Still... Not too bad, just a little dent below the rear bumper that vicki says she will get fixed (ie Paul will pay for that)

Things calm down - fast forward 2 weeks...

Vicki jumps in Moby Dick again and decides to reverse out to the right instead of the usual to the left again.... Oh dear! It's the first time the b/f has been brave enough to come back and has taken to parking his car on the lawn and way out of the range of the driveway...

Vicki scores a direct hit 100cm from the last one but 10 times harder!

Boyfriend is gob smacked and starting to feel like maybe Vicki don't like him no more...

Had to laugh! (Until I got the bill)

Are you trying to tell him something?

[TonyB]

Post number 666

No - she didn't walk passed Biffmoto MkII. You walk out of our living room, >> through the library >> through the study >> games room >>workshop>> laundry room and Biffmoto MkI is parked right by the internal gargrger/house door. Biffmoto Mk II was behind it. Biff Bird was a distance away thnk fork.

Hmmm, at my house you walk out of the lounge/ dinning room/ games room/ toy dumping ground (all in one room- it's the latest thing don't you know)>> into the entrance bit>> out the front door that the dog mangled>> outside into the teeth of a howling southerly>> through a gate>> around a corner>> into the gargre, squeezing alongside the humble Legacy wagon that only just fits in. There are no lights- it's pitch black>> you squeeze past, and with about 300mm to work in, you slide the bolts up for the crappy hinged double doors>> force the doors open against the howling southerly, hopeing that a wind gust doesn't come down the street, which will either flatten you as the door swings back/ rip the door out of your hand possibly destroying it and sending it flying down the street at 100km/h>> then you squeeze the car out of the gargre>> then you battle the narrow street and appalling Legacy turning circle to turn the car onto the road>> then you hop out of the car, battling the winds sudden interest in the door>> get blown across the street to the garge>> unbolt the doors again, battling the wind as before, close them in the correct order>> bolt them top and bottom so Max the dog can't open the door and escape>> race back out of the dark gargre, back into the howling southerly>> close the wooden gate>> walk into the wind to the front gate with a broken top hinge>> open the gate>> shut it>> get in the car>> find out you forgot something.....

[placidfemme]

Post number 666


Hmmm, at my house you walk out of the lounge/ dinning room/ games room/ toy dumping ground (all in one room- it's the latest thing don't you know)>> into the entrance bit>> out the front door that the dog mangled>> outside into the teeth of a howling southerly>> through a gate>> around a corner>> into the gargre, squeezing alongside the humble Legacy wagon that only just fits in. There are no lights- it's pitch black>> you squeeze past, and with about 300mm to work in, you slide the bolts up for the crappy hinged double doors>> force the doors open against the howling southerly, hopeing that a wind gust doesn't come down the street, which will either flatten you as the door swings back/ rip the door out of your hand possibly destroying it and sending it flying down the street at 100km/h>> then you squeeze the car out of the gargre>> then you battle the narrow street and appalling Legacy turning circle to turn the car onto the road>> then you hop out of the car, battling the winds sudden interest in the door>> get blown across the street to the garge>> unbolt the doors again, battling the wind as before, close them in the correct order>> bolt them top and bottom so Max the dog can't open the door and escape>> race back out of the dark gargre, back into the howling southerly>> close the wooden gate>> walk into the wind to the front gate with a broken top hinge>> open the gate>> shut it>> get in the car>> find out you forgot something.....

lmao you should move

[TonyB]

lmao you should move

Yep. Don't even get me started on the joys of the real estate boom....

You should see the version where I'm getting the wife and kids off to preschool....