Then I got drunk. On a Wednesday night. Always good!
The examiner. FUCK ME. Enormous! Like, had-to-hold-the-frame-of-the-car-in-order-to-
lower-himself-into-the-chair-I-kept-hitting-his-leg-while-trying-to-change-gear-bec
ause-it-hung-so-far-over-the-seat-found-it-difficult-to-speak enormous.
Wanted out of that car as soon as possible.
Have decided that until Man leaves Girlfriend ("January".. we'll see..), I'm going to pull.
BECAUSE I WANT TO.
Y'know. Like that Billie song.
EWWWW that sounds so gross you must be a really good driver to not have let that destraction stop you :)
ReplyDeleteand no im not size 6 no way well not my thighs/bum shops are just making sizes bigger!! but nonetheless ill easily lap up all comments of bitch when referring to my size :)
This is why I drive a Motorbike.
ReplyDeleteCars SUCK!! You couldn't carry all that flab comfortably on a bike :p
Heeyyy, congrats!
ReplyDeleteD'you have your own car now? That would be legendddd. And weldone for not letting the enorma-guy distract you ^.^
~Twigs
xx.
I do not have my own car, unfortunately. But I have a fair run at my dad's Berlingo..
ReplyDeleteUh huh.
Well done on passing your test, especially on your second time. I took six, yes, SIX tests before I passed...
ReplyDeleteI'm okay. Managing to distract myself from thinking about food or missing A too much. Thank goodness for busy days.
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