Thursday, 23 September 2010

I like driving in my car, beep, beep, honk, honk, beep, beep, honk, honk

I fucking hate cars, big cars, little cars, cars driven by dickheads who wanna cut me up and losethe buzz I've created for myself by belting out Chop Suey by System of a Down (its an acquired taste I know)




Here is the song "Chop Suey" by System of a Down, can't put original video in because Sony are tossers!! (note to Sony, I have tourettes and therefore cannot be responsible for what I say-Thank you...wankers) Seee....



Right the drama started when I took my car in for MOT last week (we discussed this in the group and Lacey said she felt redneck lol) You're so NOT a redneck Lace!!!


This is what came up when I googled redneck girl....looks like a normal night up town!


Anyway I tool car in to mate's garage and came back to be informed it needed fookin shed loads of work doing on it! I was gutted, me poor little car Nobby was a wreck. But they could rebuild him, make him better than ever! Hope was abounding!!!

This is a picture of Nobby on holiday

and here's what he looked like when I picked him up!!

Nah not really, he still looks the same but runs better and stops properly. Still don't know how much it is gonna cost cos me mate ain't sorted out a price for me sigh....not looking forward to that bit I can tell you!


So I still had to go get my tracking done (tracking aligns the wheels correctly, in case anyone didn't know) and get a new rear tyre. £86!!!!! Can you believe it, bloody cost...rediculous

Now if the guys in there had looked like this, I'd have bought more tyres than I needed...however they didn't although one young man (ooo I say young man) was rather tasty, he liked the music on in my car (it was Greenday's Last of the American Girls), he liked my skull keyring and my vampire teeth and lips keyring, he chatted, smiled, generally really nice...

Then he says can I take your postcode (a lot of shops do this now USA friends, post code is zip code) so I tells him, then he says house number, so I tells him then he says "Ooohhh I live round the corner from you its number so and so Hilton Road" So I says "oh right, ok." He then says "I know your name now...." so I looked at him and he said "That came out a bit stalkery" PMSL I said um yeah. He looked so sheepish, bless him but he did say "I'll keep an eye out for you". LOL does a old ho's heart good not to mention the ego lmhao.



and here is a video from the band Madness that were big here in the 80's, this is where I got the title for the post from lol and just so we don't forget why we're all here and why we love silver volvo's...




Right off to do the FFF now, just a filler seeing as I haven't posted in ages!

6 comments:

NibbleitPattinsonakaNebilet said...

Kudos to the lego guy, that's fuckin funny!
Rob I love thee, Kellan, why can't all mechanics look like you!

TwiWeasel said...

*sigh* My mechanic doesn't look anything like that. He's so skinny I always want to offer him a sandwich. Not THAT kind of sandwich, get your head outta the gutter, Nibs! Sheesh!

NibbleitPattinsonakaNebilet said...

Sooooorrrrreeeeeeeeeeey Wease, gutter, mind, me there we are!

HG from Trueblood Twilight said...

I always had a crush on the singer of Madness. Loved that band.

Um, yeah, if mechanics looked like Emmett. I would be happy getting oil changes. *wink wink*

TheonlyMrs(Kassie)Cullen said...

OMR I just had to go pick my car up from the shop today. Oil change, new fuse, new clamp on the exhaust and it only cost me $25 what does that come out to roughly £16? My mechanic looks nothing like Kellan *sigh* he has been our family mechanic for ages... has been taking care of my car since my grandpa owned it :) but oh boy is he not attractive at all.

Love love love System of a Down.. the beginning to Chop Suey was the first thing my brother tried to teach me to play on his guitar. I was horrible at it but he rocks that song!

*Jelly Baby* said...

OMG, that is a hilarious picture - the I swallow girl.
LMAO!

Your car's cute. And I love that it's red. So Nibbles.