So, we're driving along the road and get caught up in a minor queue of traffic. I'm sitting at the wheel and notice ahead a big sign outside a large vehicle repair workshop, the sign quite innocently asked for bodybuilders, I thought "I know whats coming next" and true to form she didn't disappoint.
"BODYBUILDERS!" she screeched, "Why would you put an advert up for a load of meatheads".
There's a big dopey lad who serves at my local, I call him metronome because he sways from side to side all the time (fuck knows why) she said is that a proper word even after I'd explained what one was. Had to google it and show her a picture
Wor lass told me the car was making a funny noise on Thursday, drove it, sounded like pads, and possibly a bearing as it’s was a constant, whirling sound, got it looked at Friday morning, new pads and the callipers fucked as it’s been driven for that long with no pads the calliper won’t fully retract as it’s seized, She insists that it’s only just started making the noise, Thick cow
Quote: wadey wrote in post #8Every days a school day 😂
"The nightmares invading the sleep of Bayern fans involve four horsemen of the Champions League Apocalypse riding towards them. As the faces come into focus, they will recognise Frank Lampard, Cole, Petr Cech and Drogba. All were immense..."
So, we're watching one of those escape to the country type bollocks, they are looking for a property in Cheshire. So she turns to me and says "we'll see some nice properties on here, they are looking to spend 500k" ( @ me staring at the wall ). All of a sudden a map appears showing you the property and how far it is from Manc airport. She turns to me and says .."Wow, I never knew that, I thought Cheshire was in London"