Cue the violins!
 
 
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…a corner of my heart has broken off and is lying somewhere on the junction of Churchhill and Carnarvan Street with some of my license plate…
Here’s what the other lady has to put up with:
 
 
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this is highly unacceptable!
Rod wondered if you drive your car like you cook? “Joke Joyce”!!!!!
It’nt he mean. We were trying to work out whos fault it was. Lets change the subject.
Michael, Kate and Isabella are moving into their new house this weekend. Kate starts work at Gumeracha Hospital as a Social Worker, the hospital is a country town about 15km from Williamstown.
I told Rod what I wrote about what he said about you, he called me a bitch.
Catch you later, bye luv ya.
Awwww…..poor Sumali!! Good thing you’re ok. *Big HUGZ*
Hehe thanks…just so it’s clear: I usually drive better than i cook! I would rather drive in the city than cook one meal…actually both of those sound equally bad. If it must be known, the whole accident was entirely my fault…I plan on sending the poor lady some chocolates for ruining her day. That’s all i’ve got to say about it!
Time to get a Jeep for Smily,….. then you can drive on the footpath
Harhar nudge…..hey how bout a motorbike? I’m sure i could steer one of those a bit more accurately.
If you drive better than you kook, let Andy do the kookin!
Get a hummer, that way you wont hve to worry about your heart being on the ground