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Originally Posted by montsnmags
Damn. Now you spoiled my "He didn't get the car - he just got the picture of the car (in black)" response.
My car's black and German. I'm pretty sure they go faster even than red ones.
'Tis a beaut, pshrynk. Is it there, with you, or "on order" (we had to wait 6 months for our "Wolfie" to get here from time of order). Also, you have to name it, or I'll think you're weird. Wolfie's girlfriend, the sat-nav voice, is Lady Penelope (or Madam Pirouette when in French guise - "Vous êtes arrivé").
Mmm, cars.
Cheers,
Marc (we also have the "shopping cart"/dogs' car, who is also German, is small, and is called "Scruffy")
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Picked it up yesterday. Put it in the garage after a brief "check-in" ride. Promptly got the driveway dug up by the never ending, mind numbing, pain in the arse, what the hell is all that dust doing in my pool, I don't care if the sidewalk is torn up ya little bastard, quit walking in my flower garden, just who is going to pay for that broken pier, if I trim the bushes back any more, I'll be pulling them out by the roots, how do I cross the street in this mess, and did I mention never ending road construction. They say that they'll have it re-poured by tomorrow, tomorrow meaning, just after coffee break whenever we damn well feel like it, and that we can't drive on it for five days after that.
Her name is Bella.