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Monday, September 26, 2011

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Never going to be a racing driver...

So last night I decided to be a sensible Sandy and head home early as I was in work this mornin at 8. Twas a clear warm night with only the air whistling in my ears as I sailed down the street on my fine steed. Life was just swell. And then some taxi twat pulls out in front of me sending me airborne. Ended up using my face as an airbag. Im ok but my poor pride is next to nil. Darn.
 One hell of a fat lip yo