I am f*cking seething.
I also stink of petrol.
Have been sick the last week, unable to ride my bike. A friend offered to do a bit of massage therapy stuff on me today to try and sort me out. I emerge to a note announcing that a neighbour has knocked over my bike while parking.
Without elaborating, these really were the actions of a retard. Duuhhh. But at least they confessed, right?
Was still fricken seething, so went out to get mind off it.
Guess what? Left pub on end of road to go home- look across. Bike on side again. Seriously smashed up. Ran back to pub. Mate helped me up with the bike... and the discs are seriously fucked at the front. Grindgrindgrind.
Even better. Because my pay was late over Christmas, my insurance payment bounced. So, er, I'm fucked.
Happy New Year.
Bonus points to anyone who can explain why it is that English people can neither a) park or b) not smash up shit because they are such arsewipe losers.
Can I come back now? Please?
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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