To the LOWLIFE that stole my moped: I am focussing ALL my mental energy on sending these your way:
posted by Dr.Pew @ 3:11 pm
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I tend to find myself slightly out of step with my surroundings. While this is quite possibly due to my innate leftfootedness and nurtured rightfootedness, I chose to ignore this incongruity by drowning out the offbeat with tunes that fit my own rhythm. A potential insomniac, I’ve an inherent penchant for white nights and bright-eyed dawns. I revel in the transitory stages of life and dance when I fear most to stumble. Despite being educated to PhD level, I’m severely doordyslexic and invariably lose my way in carparks. I’ve an affinity with the road less travelled, admittedly largely due to my warped navigational skills. It’s an inadequacy that’s set in motion most of the greater things in my life. My libertarian mindset clashes with the inherently Darwinian genetic imprint of those constituting the societal realm. It’s a realisation that keeps me awake at night. To avert stresses and frustration, I climb up active volcanoes or engage strangers in deep conversation. Such actions are strangely soothing. I trust life to be rather inconsequential in the grander scale of things. This belief only intensifies my zest for life.
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lol
In my first (student) car, which was a beat up old Talbot Samba, I was worried that someone might steal it (given that one good tug on the otherwise locked door was sufficient to gain entry); so I stuck biohazard tape on the inside of it. Seemingly I thought that this ought to do the job. It didn't occur to me that the nature of the car being a "biohazrad" was quite self-evident.
Incidentally, my next car, an old (but highly reliable) VW Polo c, got stolen. The exhaust had all but packed up, and it was almost out of fuel. I got out of work and discovered its conspicuous absence; but the following day I was delighted (if a little insulted) that the thieves had brought it back (and actually parallel parked it rather than just dumping it!). Yes I had to start it with a screwdriver for a few weeks, until the Missus's Dad kindly fitted it with a Yale lock (yes, you heard correctly).
Oh well. Life lessons.
How sad. I do have fond memories of it! :|
Have fun anyway and greetings to everyone!
Com todos esses pensamentos será fácil descobrir o ladrão porque será aquele que para se sentar terá de ter um "donut" que alivie as dores no rabo! :p
Este era exactamento a minha estratégia! ;-) Vou tomar comigo uma alfinete para o romper!!! *evil grin*
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