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)
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