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Get your hands off my fucking bike!

23 May 2007

They say hardship always comes in threes. Well, they are right. First the car needed hundreds of pounds to be repaired. Then my computer died a slow painful death. And this morning I found my bike stolen.
I got a lift home from work last night as we always play football with the guys on Tuesday. My bike was left outside, locked, in a LOCKED garden. This morning it was gone. The arseholes had climbed over the metal gate, using the mailbox to stand on, and presumably just picked the bike up and tossed it over the fence. The mailbox was destroyed in the process.

Now where do I get the money from to pay for a new bike?

Wankers.

Great timing financially. I need to visit my sister in Holland as soon as she gives birth and a few weeks later I need to visit grandma, also in Holland, who turns 80.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

WANKERS!!!!

JD x

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