All My Friends Are Crap

My Friends Are Crap, Just Like Me.

Saturday, December 13

Saturday is the day of repair

Hey, Richards here again. I've finally fixed both my car and the boss' Suzuki. It's all good now. Time for a road trip.

Thanks go to Austin for helping me out with the automobile situation. Whenever my car fucks up, he's always willing to help me out.

And thanks again to Austin for the shit he said at Jeff's house. Last night showed that when Austin has no respect for someone, he makes it blatantly clear. Sometimes I think we should all be like that.

And an apology goes to Jeff and Eilish for the present I left them in the back yard. Sorry. I was going to hose it off, but I had to leave with Austin early this morning. It seems that smoking a lot of weed and getting extremely pissed makes you vomit. Who would have guessed it.

Megs!!! Give me money!!!.....please.

Richards

Friday, December 12

It just gets worse
Hey, Angry Richards here.
Trains suck dick!
I fucked up royally this week. First the Suzuki, then my gearbox, then reversing the zed off the hoist this arvo, I turned too early catching the front of the car on the hoist post - much like Eilish did with her car. Luckily the only damage was a few scraches which will buff out when I get the chance.

I had a customer come in this arvo to pick up her car. She a nurse at the hospital near my work. She was heaps late picking her car up. I had to stay back till 6:00 to wait for her. When she eventually turned up, she apologised for being late and said "why do so many people choose friday to try to kill themselves". She treated four attempted suicides today.

Apparently some dude tried to kill himself last week by driving off a cliff. The car dropped 400 feet or something and landed on its wheels. The dude walked away with minor scratches. How would you feel.

I'm going to get trashed this weekend.
Richards

FUCK!!!
Hey, Richards here with yet another vehicular update. I stayed at work till 9:30 tonight to finish building my gearbox. Let me say this. Never cut corners unless you know it's going to work. Instead of replacing a brass bush in the back of the engine, I decided I'd grease it up because I was running out of time. Now every time I put my foot on the clutch, I get this extremely loud screech coming from the motor. Now I have to pull the gearbox back out and do the job properly. That's four to five hours work. All because I couldn't be fucked spending half an hour replacing a two dollar bush. Fuck!!Shit I've have a bad week with cars.
Who wants to buy a noisy-as-fuck 300ZX. Only 215000ks on the clock. Comes with a bonus blown head gasket. Fuckin shitter.

Richards

Wednesday, December 10

Hey, Richards here again with another vehicular update.
The Suzuki is fucked!! The diff seal decided it wasn't going to do it's job anymore and leaked all the oil out of the housing causing some hardcore noises - noises so bad I had to get it towed.
So now, I'm back to Public transport and bumming rides off all you cunts with reliable cars. Fuckin cunts. Just because I'm a mechanic shouldn't mean that I have to have fucked cars. Fuck!

Not so good shit
Richards

Tuesday, December 9

Hey, Richards here.
Just thought I'd post a vehicular update. My gearbox is currently fucked, so I'm driving our shop's tuff little Suzuki Sierra. Or should I say tough looking? It's slow. Almost as slow as Trina's Daihatsu Pyzar. According to Austin, it's like driving in a box. It certainly feels like it when you go past trucks on the M4 at 110.

I pulled 'a smooth move' (quote courtesy of Sharif) in Jeff's commy on Saturday night. Jeff, intoxicated to the point of the crooked face lent me the commy so I could get some tally-ho's. Shame I didn't pick up some real ho's on the way. So we've just driven out of the panthers carpark, I'm e-ing and speeding and I change lanes to the left to overtake this dude in a shitbox. But as I change, he decides he will too, so it was back to the right lane. I booted it and went past this dude while he was still half in the right lane. You had to be there.

Even better than that was my comment as I drove Trina and all of her mates back to Jeff's house: "You know what Katrina, I've had three different types of drugs tonight... and I'm driving your car!"

Good shit
Richards