Poor Bastard(ette?) Naomi:
Dear Bluey
Hears a story that you may enjoy even though it near makes me cry every time I tell it.
It happened back in 1998 on Melbourn Cup day at about 9o'clock at night, that morning I had fallen of a horse at work and hurt my hip. I couldn't walk or even use my leg for changing gears in my beautiful 253, 5 speed HJ ute.
So I asked a (so called) friend of mine to drive me to the pub for a few rums to try and lesson my pain. Unfortunatly we never made it there. The arsewipe who I thought was a friend never told me he didn't have a licence and got a bit carried away with being behind the wheel of a V8. He took a 60km corner at 135k's and successfully managed to wrap my precious ute around not one but 2 telegraph poles and take out 3 sign posts. My poor ute was bent in an S shape so the only staight panels on it were the tail gait and the rear window. The lovely policeman then sent me a nice little fine a few weeks later for not checking the drivers licence before my friend got behind the wheel. You'd think that if you asked a friend to drive and they say yes that they had a licence, that all would be OK. But no, and to make matters worse the prick that done this to poor ute took off to Queesland somewhere without paying me a cent for the damaged that he done.
If I ever find the the prick I'll break both his legs in several places, and let this be a warning for all fellow ute chicks NEVER LET A BLOKE DRIVE A V8 THEY JUST CAN'T HANDLE THE POWER!!!!!!!!!!
Yours Truly Naomi.
