On any Sunday (pun) after a rally and the farting suggestion isn't really that difficult, and anything has to be better than ciggy pong (duck for cover).
Heh heh, many moons ago was driving the tin top one day when a mate threw a butt out the front window (tsk, tsk). It went out and back into the car through the open back window unseen.
A few miles down the road, k'nell what a stench. The fag end was burnin a bloody hole in my leather jacket which was siting on the back window shelf.
"I want to thank you lord, so far this day. With your help i haven't been impatient, lost my temper, been grumpy, judgemental, or envious of anyone. But i will be going out in a minute and i think i will really need your help to start my bike. Amen."
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