I have decided to end a week (and let off some of the steam which seems to be steadily gathering in the midst of the redec!) in which an extraordinary amount of time has been spent sitting in my car on the Southern Carpark wondering how it is that Aucklanders don't seem to be able to drive in the rain, by picking on middle aged blokes.
Two things.
Firstly, what on earth possessed Porsche to make a lilac 911?? And what on earth possesses someone to buy one? I mean, you're a middle aged bloke, feeling the decline a bit, so you decide to buy a Porsche. You walk into a dealer, past all manner of lovely shiny sleek black/grey/cool coloured European cars, spot the lilac Porsche, clap your hands in glee and hand over your American Express? Seriously? Doesn't buying a lilac Porsche, to compensate for whatever one buys a Porsche to compensate for, negate the purpose altogether?
I don't think even a hairdresser could get away with a lilac Porsche.
And secondly, full kudos to the middle aged bloke I saw driving an MX-5 to work the other day, sporting the number plate DWIFED. You've got to give a guy a cigar for being prepared to advertised that a) someone stole his wife b) he's having a midlife crisis and c) that the wife didn't leave him with enough money to buy a decent convertible by which to express his midlife crisis.
Meow.
2 comments:
what does this mean? andrew said he would drive a lilac porsche, and wear his pink hat while so doing???
Do you know, I think he would.
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