Had my car a few years and my mrs about half that time, but I finally got around to christening my car tonight. We'd had a tiff over the weekend so I popped round on my way home from work for a chat an that. Obviously I've done enough to sweeten things up cos it's getting a bit frisky on her couch - only problem is her mums in the kitchen. So I felt the time has come and we went to christen my car.
I drove us to a secluded car park by the local cemetery where me and my mates used to go and smoke and my footy team used to train. Luckily for me the car park was dead, so lights off, engine off, game on. Farted about for a bit in the front before adjusting the chairs forward and climbing into the back. I had her cornered into one of the back seats and 15 seconds later KAPOW, game over. Had a little chill in the back then clambered back into the front (was puddles and mud surrounding my car) and then off I go - jobs a gud un. Well, off I went after wiping the windows down and eventually finding my keys and stalling it cos one of us must have knocked the gear stick into first while getting into the back (either that or I just left it in first anyway).
Only problem was my work shirt is a bit creased now for my next working day, and there might be a dodgy stain or two on the backseat but it was too dark to see. Was nice to get home after that to find my tea on the table though, might make a regular thing of this
