



I get out of my tubby and go round the back and give it a good heave but the biatch wont budge





Back into the car and I reverse up to his boot and ready myself for the impending




I give it a bit of welly and his bright red piece of german poo is launched backwards allowing me to pull forwards out of my parking prison ready to go to town



I nip out to check I didnt scratch my car only to find my numberplate holed and hanging of his TOWBAR








I unhooked it from this giant nazi fishermans harpoon

















Anyone know where I can get one near Northwich in Cheshire




Also I'm looking for a missile





Chris.
