15-01-15, 08:21 PM
WARNING - PROFANITY IS FUCKING RIFE IN THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE!!!
So, last weekend I had arranged to go see the bike this coming weekend, on Saturday afternoon. We had agreed a price on the phone (his price, I may add). I had sorted my finances with the bank. I arranged a lift with my mate (200 mile round trip, and he booked the afternoon off). I provisionally arranged insurance. And I walked down to the bank today in the worst rain I have seen for ages...
Then the prick messages me at 5pm to say "the bike sold the day - MATE".
FUCKING MATE. FUCKING MATE. YOU FUCKING CUNT-HOLE. I HOPE KARMA DESTROYS HIS BUTTON HOLE FOR HIM. :grumble :grumble :grumble
Bit harsh? I don't think so. Fucking Fife'ers. There all the same. Never trust a Fife'er. :wall :wall :wall :finger
Not quite sure what to do with my early mid-life crisis. Ideas on a post card to P.O.BOX 150...