It’s not everyday the mileage on your car is going to read “boobs”. So I saw my opportunity, I took my opportunity. I also maybe dropped my bag with excitement and maybe slightly swerved which alerted the cops. Proceed then to me sat in the back of a police car doing a breathaliser because I have the worlds worst cold and I’m saturated in Vics vapour rub which they mistake to be the smell of alcohol.
I am now in bed enjoying a French Fancy and about to watch the rest of Despicable Me. I’m a straight up G you may like to say.