That Dulux wagon that jack-knifed on the M1. Apparently it was loaded with blue and red gloss.

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The driver was marooned on the central reservation.</p>

 

I've got a bone to pick with you

I came home from work and my supper wasn't waiting for me on the table. Crystal was in the pub with you enjoying herself and having a good time! Next thing you know, my wife will start thinking for herself and saying she can drive a car and is entitled to vote.
For shame.

 

I distinctly remember saying.

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<strike>Sod him, let him get his own tea, does he think you're his bloody slave or something?</strike> You really should get home to make Kev's tea now crystal.</p>

 

Needless to say

She got what was coming to her.

 

A bloody stern look? nt

 

Well, to be honest

It was more of a sulk, really.
You know me.

 

I hit a Skoda the other day, jam and icing sugar across three lanes.