Die scumsuckers, die!
I love my car. It works, has gadgets and everything.
There was a blip a couple of weeks ago when my wing mirror fell off the car as I was driving down the M4. I finally got it fixed, though. So all was happy again. Until...
After the science exam on Wednesday the cretinous and evil kids at work tagged my car! As in scrawled a tag on the passenger door. Twice.
I would have loved to shoot said kiddies with a pump action shot-gun, but I suspect it would not have done much for my career prospects. Shame.
Fortunately they did not use spray paint, they used a permanent marker instead. I eventually managed to get it mostly off with a liberal application of ethanol from work.
I don't want to drive to work anymore.
I think I need a new job.
Someone get me a job as senior tech in a nice school, please.
There was a blip a couple of weeks ago when my wing mirror fell off the car as I was driving down the M4. I finally got it fixed, though. So all was happy again. Until...
After the science exam on Wednesday the cretinous and evil kids at work tagged my car! As in scrawled a tag on the passenger door. Twice.
I would have loved to shoot said kiddies with a pump action shot-gun, but I suspect it would not have done much for my career prospects. Shame.
Fortunately they did not use spray paint, they used a permanent marker instead. I eventually managed to get it mostly off with a liberal application of ethanol from work.
I don't want to drive to work anymore.
I think I need a new job.
Someone get me a job as senior tech in a nice school, please.