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John G
Guest
Returning from a quick urban assault on the SS, I round the corner of the building, press an index
finger against the left side of my nose and jettison a snot-rocket out of the right nostril..... And
WHERE do you think it lands? Right on the car parked in a "no parking" zone.
"Serves the right!" I think to myself, in a brief moment of glory.
That was, until my sphincter began to pucker whne I notice the car is a Lotus Esprit, and the nausea
I got when I deciphed the letters on the vanity plate, and figure out that who the owner of the
snotted upon vehicle really is.......
I _REALLY_ hope nobody saw me do THAT!-(
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John G. What? Who? Me? I don't even owna bike! You can call home and ask my wife!!!
*(Career Limiting Move)
finger against the left side of my nose and jettison a snot-rocket out of the right nostril..... And
WHERE do you think it lands? Right on the car parked in a "no parking" zone.
"Serves the right!" I think to myself, in a brief moment of glory.
That was, until my sphincter began to pucker whne I notice the car is a Lotus Esprit, and the nausea
I got when I deciphed the letters on the vanity plate, and figure out that who the owner of the
snotted upon vehicle really is.......
I _REALLY_ hope nobody saw me do THAT!-(
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John G. What? Who? Me? I don't even owna bike! You can call home and ask my wife!!!
*(Career Limiting Move)