THE PRINGLE AND THE PINHEAD

i'm drivin in the melbs CBD tonight with my woman and headed towards a red light. notice the car in front of me has stopped at the lights in the MIDDLE of the road, like one half on either lane. i curse his dumbass driving, get behind him fully in the left lane, and wait for the lights to change. all of a sudden dude's backlights come on and he starts BACKIN UP. i SLAM on the horn but he's comin the fuck back whether i like it or not and after a second or two it's crunchville population ME and this DIPSHIT RETARD DRIVER. i get out to meet him and he's a deadset moron aussie from "the country" all bamboozled by the bright lights of the big city. he'd wanted to get into the RIGHT turning lane and assumed he could just back up willy nilly like he was still on the abandoned unpaved roads from his hometown of Bumfuck Nowhere. I notice three or four or five scared lookin' idiot farm-children in the backseat. we agree to park a little further up the road, where i soon meet his obese wife who writes down their details. when i ask for an email address, she tells me dude don't have one but she does. when i ask for insurance details, she tells me they AIN'T got any. cro-magnon man starts scoping our car and notices damage from another prang that we haven't bothered to fix. what is his remark? he points out that "you guys have had another pringle". yeah, not BINGLE, meaning car crash, but PRINGLE, meaning circular salted snack treat! 'nuff said.

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