Some years ago, gentle readers, I lived in Auckland. My daily communt took me from Forrest Hill ont Shore to the bowels of Pakuranga. Nuff said.
Each day me and my trusty Hiace sallied forth down the Southern Motorway where, roughly about the Ellerslie off ramp I would encounter this female thing driving a Fiat. Her usual go, upon passing the last on-ramp before Mt Wellington, was to wrench around the rear vision mirror to apply her mascara.
Which begs another question to which I suspect there is no answer: Is it possible to apply mascara with one's mouth closed?
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
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