Ste1969
Well-Known Member
My wife took the car for its M.O.T.
When she returned, I said, "How did it go?"
"Well..." she replied. "The steering's knackered, the headlights need work, the bumper needs replacing, the suspension's buggered and the clutch is fucked."
"I take it that's a fail," I said sarcastically.
"Oh, no," she replied. "It passed. I did all that on the way home."
When she returned, I said, "How did it go?"
"Well..." she replied. "The steering's knackered, the headlights need work, the bumper needs replacing, the suspension's buggered and the clutch is fucked."
"I take it that's a fail," I said sarcastically.
"Oh, no," she replied. "It passed. I did all that on the way home."