Showing posts with label labour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label labour. Show all posts

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Friday, December 15, 2006

Just Call Me Constable Kitty

God I love power. Especially behind the wheel of a V8. Oh ya baby. We got a 2004 Interceptor on Wednesday and it has special powers.
  • Annoying slow- goers, who like to drive in the fast lane, now move outa my way. And quick too!
  • I can pace traffic.
  • The right of way is now known as my way.
  • The handy side- view- mirror-spot- light is still intact
  • My kids (or other various passengers) can't shoot me in the back because the seats are bullet proof
  • And I can give er shit at the drop of a dime. Eat my dirt tire-peeling skids! (see definition 1)
Now. If only this thing could induce labour.