Here's another sh1t story before we all get tucked into bed.
Do you remember the TC Cortinas.
Back in the 70's we use to drink gallons of beer at the Brecknock pub in Adelaide.
There was this fella there that always use to make a #$%* of himself after a few and he also use to hog the 8 ball table which pissed everyone off.
Well I fronted him up one night and the prick took a swing at me with the pool cue.
So I grabbed it before it smashed into my lolly and snapped it in half across my knee.
Then I stuck the jagged end into his shirt at about belly button height and gave it a twist.
So I said to him, here's your choices #$%*, you either settle down right now or become an instant human satay.
Well he opted for first choice so I untwisted his shirt.
After a few more beers I started thinking that this bastards gotta pay for swinging a stick at me.
Just before closing time, me and me mate went out to the carpark and found his Cortina.
We found an old news paper and I pumped a log onto it and then packed his door handle with the deposit.
The rest speaks for itself and he never came back again.
Unless I'm mistaken, that's a TE or TF Cortina Mick, not that it matters, they were all heaps of schidt! My Cuz has a mint TC with the 200 cube 6 in it and it goes like a rocket, but it's a typical English design, and something fails to function just about every time he takes it for a drive.
When the wife was pregnant with my oldest boy, she used to spend a lot of time in the garden of the house we had in West Heidelberg (not by choice, mind you, it was an Army house so I had no option but to live in that Hell Hole, but I digress) My wife is only a little girl, and she looked quite cute bobbing up and down pulling weeds and planting flowers all those years ago.
One day I came home early from work and saw someone bobbing in the garden, so, thinking it was her, I sneaked around the corner (we lived on a corner block with the driveway around the side) to surprise her. Much to my surprise however, it was an old bloke of around 75 taking a dump in my garden!
I said, "What the Fcuk are you doing, taking a dump in my garden???" And he replied, "I was walking home from Northland (shopping centre) and I realised that I wasn't going to make it home, so I had no choice!" Well, you can't go around bashing old folks, so I said, "Well I can't go around bashing old folks, so it's your lucky day grandpa, (he wasn't my grandpa, I just called him that because we hadn't been introduced, and anyway, I wasn't going to shake his hand, fool me once, and all that............) but you're not going to leave that thing where my poor pregnant wife might trip over it, so you make sure you take it with you!" And I left him to his (unfinished) business.
I gave the old bugger an hour then went back to inspect the garden, and true enough, there wasn't anything left for my poor pregnant wife to trip over, so he must have put it in his shopping bag, along with his groceries. He could have left a couple of cans as a "thank you, and I'm sorry I had to take a dump in your wife's lovely garden" gesture, but he didn't, and that really pissed me off.