We have went to the shops as we needed to pick up some shite. All fun and games.
But it is never just fun with me. Currently, I am parked outside a shop, concentrating on not shitting myself with all my might.
My dad's is 5 mins away. My house about 20 mins away. I'm scared to move suddenly and this feels like it is going to end horribly.
I was driving around the roundabout at the Fort and I tried to let a little fart out, but it wasn't going to finish clean, if you know what I mean?
So I snapped my arsehole shut, keeping the potential accident inside of me.
But I was driving at the same time.
And because my brain struggles to do technical things, I also let out the clutch at the same time too.
And because my brain struggles to do technical things, I also let out the clutch at the same time too.
As apparently my sphincter is controlled by my pedals.
It worked, mind. But I nearly crashed/stalled on a roundabout.
But I didn't.
And I still haven't shit myself, so I'm taking this as a win so far
And I still haven't shit myself, so I'm taking this as a win so far
• • •
Missing some Tweet in this thread? You can try to
force a refresh
