'SNOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!! HURRAH!' was my first response, my second was 'im too cold, too wet and too ill. fuckers.' i always get excited when it snows, this usually last about 5-10 minutes of actually being in it as the fun of thorwing it at people wears off cus they all gang up on me (fuckers.) and my shot with a snowball is dicey at best.
then there was me having to drive from Manchester to Leicester in it. my car started fine becaus she is invincible, my little baby, and all was going well except for a little sliding here and there. then when on the M62 my screen wash jets along with my wipers froze and my screen began to collect dirt faster than a street urchin. i couldnt see a thing, which made things interesting to say the least. had to stop to buy more screen wash, coat my wipers and jets in de-icer and off i went. while i did this i think i got a touch of frost bite in my hands... which hurt... alot. fuckers. the rest of the journey went well and i perfected the art of driving at 85MPH with 2 wheels on icey tarmac and 2 wheels in snow, the trick is not to brake... for anything. i made it home and turned into my road which is on a slope, now on the 2 occasions i had phoned my parents they neglected to inform me that our road had now been turned into an olympic sized ice ring. turning into the road i crept up the road in 1st gear and the revs picked up, which was very interesting cus i now realised i was going backwards and i thought to myself 'now thats very interesting' in a Johnny Depp from Pirates Of The Carribean voice. to get up my road i had to pull away in 3rd gear and between wheel spinning and cooking my clutch i made the few meters to my house. i could have easily parked my car at the bottom of my road and walked up to my house, but i like a challenge. fuckers.
this has got a bit long now so i shall depart, i sometimes really wish i had interesting or profound things to say in these entries... but i dont (im saving them for my book/film and dont want you lot thieving my fine work. fuckers.)
fuckers.
then there was me having to drive from Manchester to Leicester in it. my car started fine becaus she is invincible, my little baby, and all was going well except for a little sliding here and there. then when on the M62 my screen wash jets along with my wipers froze and my screen began to collect dirt faster than a street urchin. i couldnt see a thing, which made things interesting to say the least. had to stop to buy more screen wash, coat my wipers and jets in de-icer and off i went. while i did this i think i got a touch of frost bite in my hands... which hurt... alot. fuckers. the rest of the journey went well and i perfected the art of driving at 85MPH with 2 wheels on icey tarmac and 2 wheels in snow, the trick is not to brake... for anything. i made it home and turned into my road which is on a slope, now on the 2 occasions i had phoned my parents they neglected to inform me that our road had now been turned into an olympic sized ice ring. turning into the road i crept up the road in 1st gear and the revs picked up, which was very interesting cus i now realised i was going backwards and i thought to myself 'now thats very interesting' in a Johnny Depp from Pirates Of The Carribean voice. to get up my road i had to pull away in 3rd gear and between wheel spinning and cooking my clutch i made the few meters to my house. i could have easily parked my car at the bottom of my road and walked up to my house, but i like a challenge. fuckers.
this has got a bit long now so i shall depart, i sometimes really wish i had interesting or profound things to say in these entries... but i dont (im saving them for my book/film and dont want you lot thieving my fine work. fuckers.)
fuckers.
Favorite postion: "the dirty sanchez" ....?
i like the sound of that!