Surely as an attentive driver you should be taking precautions and not nearly hitting cars?
What was a bit more disturbing was a traffic jam I was in today heading up to Chatswood, there was an accident on the other side of the motorway. People were slowing down to a standstill to look at the accident.
No matter how attentive you are, its a bit difficult when the car in front doing 100km suddenly decides to stop. Australian’s, especially Sydney people are hopeless drivers. I was in the right hand lane of a freeway this morning. Some bloke changes from the left hand to the centre lane. Bloke in front of me slams on his brakes thinking he’s going to hit him. He’s no where near you, tosser.
Yes locke, we all remember when you tried to row back and pretend you’re not really not an organised walker. Oh how we all laughed. Keep trying to convince us otherwise though, its great craic altogether. Just embrace your heritage and don’t be ashamed of it, like Braz.
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Yes locke, we all remember when you tried to row back and pretend you’re not really not an organised walker. Oh how we all laughed. Keep trying to convince us otherwise though, its great craic altogether. Just embrace your heritage and don’t be ashamed of it, like Braz.[/quote]
MBB needs a perceived member of the CoI on this forum to kick around and make him look like a big man. Sad
In the Driving range this morning. Lady getting a lesson from a female golf instructor in the next bay. They are going through her clubs and they get to a three wood. Lady says she finds that hard to use. Golf instructor says " that’s because it’s a male shaft. You probably find it too stiff"
I was complimenting you mate on being proud of your roots. Locke told everyone what he was and seemed to be ashamed of his protestant heritage. It is a credit to you how you rightly have no shame over it. Locke could learn a lot from you pal. You’re alright.
My RC credentials are impeccable (except for the fact that I don’t go to Mass or believe in a Christian God anymore). I was an altar boy for four years. The fact that this was in the diocese of Cloyne makes it doubly lucky that I wasn’t subjected to regular buggerings.