Apr 24, 2009 23:39
Can't be bothered typing the back story. There really isn't any and it does stand on its own. Basically David is (maybe) going paint balling tomorrow with a bunch of guys and is (kinda) offering his car as transport.
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I'll be driving anyway.
I'd be willing to give a few people a lift, but it might be better if they are not nervous passengers. Also, when it comes to people messing with my car, I have no sense of humour.
No drinking, no smoking, no eating, no wetting your pants, no after-game paint, no making out in the back seat, no excessive perfume, no pets, no bringing pieces of your pets, no sharks (even if it isn't a pet), no knee-high socks with shorts, no jokes about putting blu-tak on gerbils paws so they can be conveniently stuck to the wall for later, no kicking, no littering in the car or out of the window (I detest when someone is too lazy to find a bin), no complaining about my driving (in the car), complaining about my driving is ok out of the car but if you expect a lift back in the same car you might want to wait until you are back in Adelaide, no doing something deliberately annoying just because it isn’t on this list (like bringing a crocodile that isn’t a pet), and lastly, management reserves the right to refuse entry.
Those few that can abide by these simple rules (and can put up with both me and my driving) are welcome to catch a lift with me.
If you live in Noarlunga I will not be swinging by your place “on my way” North.
David.