Park like a cunt (and other driving fuckwittery)


#322

The only downside to living in Lincolnshire’s flatlands is the difficulty of arranging spectacular car jumps.

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Otherwise it’s all win.


#323

Dyke jumping?


#324

… usually when you’re hurrying across the featureless landscape late at night on some miles-long dead straight/flat road, carried over the periodic drains by almost flat bridges. The problem arises when you’ve failed to remember that for whatever reason tonight you’re actually one road across from your usual route and this one has a tee-junction with the south forty-foot, not a bridge across it. Game over.

VB


#325

that’s the one , teeth go dry, hair turns white, then you get wet.


#326

hopefully…


#327

Strange, I had another image in my mind…


#328

Yeah, well, I tried to find a pic of that :wink:


#329

I bet you tried and tried and tried and tried . . .

fapn


#330

Me now.


#331

What could possibly go wrong…


#332

Looks like a meat taxi delivery. Possibly another pair of Heco Dreiklangs by the size of the container


#333

You mean he actually sold some? I thought all that ‘dealer’ bollocks was some sort of complicated tax scam or cover to explain his earnings as a dark web twat waffle.


#334

impresario


#335

Fixed.


#336


#337

I guess he did


#338

Jesus, there’s even a sign in big yellow letters saying no parking :man_facepalming:


#339

To be fair, he’s used to the high power brakes on the Macan. Whoever gave him a Clio for the day is responsible imo.


#340

'twas a lady driver with two kids in the back. Luckily no one was inside the kiosk paying at the counter


#341

Do hope the bloke leaned out the car window and said" 4 packs of green rizla,and 7 crunchie’s please"

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