Thursday, February 28, 2008
If there is a god...
He has it in for me something shocking.
The other day i called up vicroads with the intent of unregistering my falcon and registering my other shit car.
but no...
Ofcourse not.
Here i am talking to the man on the phone explaining what i want to do and he tells me i need a viv.
That the fuck is a viv...
a viv is Vehicle Identification Verification...
Basically... its to check if a vehicle is 100% what its meant to be.
Sorry for the abundance of lines...
As it turns out, my car was a statutory write off in 2001, its been smashed, bad enough for the insurance to not want to fix a 1 year old car.
The guy who bought it smashed it in new south wales somewhere, and fixed it up and sold it, and now, because i let the car run out of registration and the law has changed, i need this VIV to make vicroads happy that my car is fixed to a safe and satisfactory level.
That would be fine, if it wasnt for the fact that the guy who needs to look at my car costs $400+ to do so and there is no guarantee he will let it on the road, and if he doesnt, i can fix the problem he finds, and then pay another $400+ for the thieving motherfucker to look at it again.
So, not only have i bought a lemon, ive bought a smashed fucking lemon, like the sort we launched at the fence at steves when we built the lemon launcher. For those who cant remember that, here is a picture.
Im still keeping it, im not wasing that much fucking money and selling my lump of shit to someone else.
Oh, theres also the possibility of the car being a cut and shut, thats 2 cars welded together to make one, and if that be the case, i lose it all...
I need to start getting my happiness from other peoples lives, cause appart from my lovely girlfriend, there aint much else.
I have to endure 5 people i know go on overseas holidays while i sit and suffer with my cunt of a car, i have a job that is ok, but 2 and a half hours of traffic per day and only $34000 a year doesnt really excite me, and i have no food.
Oh and to top it all off, the fuckwit i bought my engine from a week ago, still hasnt sent the fucking thing, so now i hav to wait another week or 2 to get my unregisterable, unroadworthy, bi-car fixed, and when it is, i still cant drive it.
i need another beer, this one ran down my throat in fear of being spilt.
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Im sorry things arn't going well for you at the moment.
I swear your luck is horrible, what ever you did in a past life your sure paying for it now.
But chin up Sean! Look at the positive things in your life, don't forget them as they will keep you happy during this shit time in your life.
I swear your luck is horrible, what ever you did in a past life your sure paying for it now.
But chin up Sean! Look at the positive things in your life, don't forget them as they will keep you happy during this shit time in your life.
Wow man, that bites. I dunno how this shit always seems to happen to you. Maybe just stick with a shitbox old car with a history you know like my 121 and you'll only have to pay for the alternator frying all the electronics now and again.
ok, while i was driving the 121 i had 2 girls at a petrol station laugh at me and i also couldnt perve for a month because i was fearfull that girls would laugh at me.
The 121 is in no way a manly car.
I need somethingh that screams penis extention. IF i had the money id buy a stretch hummer. Not only is it compensating, its 30 foot long too...
The 121 is in no way a manly car.
I need somethingh that screams penis extention. IF i had the money id buy a stretch hummer. Not only is it compensating, its 30 foot long too...
Lol, some of us are comfortable enough with our penises to drive a non-manly car :p. Besides, I have plans for that thing, great plans...
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