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Monday, July 17, 2006 


is when you catch a glimpse of the driver of the vehicle who forced you to move over to the middle lane, as she drives past you at a speed in excess of 140km/h while talking on her cell phone and realize that she is… YOUR MOTHER! Now there is something you do not want to experience every day. I wonder if her husband is aware of what she gets up to in her spare time? Prolly not... he he.

You're not serious, are you? Jesus, that'd take the heart of you, seeing your ma flying past at unthinkable speed!

these things could only happen to you, chitty...

curly K: It makes your blood run cold. I had a good laugh (relieved?) afterwards, but i hope NOT to see her driving past me at that speed again.
Moonflake: Ha... and it can only be my mother who does this to me.

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