Let’s say you saved up all your paper route money and bought yourself a big, dumb American muscle car. And just after your first inflated insurance payment, someone smacks into the rear bumper and puts a ding in it when you’re not around.
At this point, what you DON’T need are the neighborhood hooligans writing graffiti on the damage.
That mutherfucking Jizzy. How many times do I have to tell him he’s too young to drive?
Or perhaps it WAS Grover! At least he apologized.
Jizzy sounds awfully sexual….
I recently dinged my car … =( The bumper. Naturally all my fault.
Perhaps he thought the car’s name was Grover and was apologising to it?
Nurse: Have you met Jizzy’s brother, Spermy?Sid: Were you texting while behind the wheel?TH: I’m sure the driver would have liked a check vs. the apology.
Back in the day of big chrome plated steel bumpers you’d have never incurred this sort of damage. Nothing’s made to last anymore. Sigh.Like internet commenters, though, there are wags everywhere, aren’t there? Sometimes, they’re even funny.
Novel way of conducting a ‘whodunnit’ though. Sherlock has a few things to learn.
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just another reason why i don’t drive. who needs that hassle!
Rob: I had a big 1972 Chrysler Newport and the bumpers were big, tough sons of bitches that could take a hit or two.Jo: That’s true! I wonder if he’s received any calls? Probably not.Jason: Not having to drive is mainly what kept me in New York for 20 years. Now, it’s a necessity.
You call that a ding?
Agree with Florida Girl … what kind of ding is that?In the UK, innocent little ‘spunky’ is the same as ‘jizzy’.
Ouch. Bastards. Did you write the original question, though?