I carry around
My false assumptions
In my car, ma
Their weight is so great
The tires have gone flat
I must look like a whack
Job when I keep on taking it
For a drive round the block
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Mutley Ravishes (
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Thank you, thank you for literally making me laugh. You're a regular riot and way too fun. Awesome! I love it!!!
Thank you too. I thought the rhyme was pretty heavy! (excuse the pun).
A fun read and brings back memories of some old cars I had. Loved it
Glad to hear you liked it!
Karma, it’s been said, is a b-—-h🙏🏻🕊sentimental journey to days before power steering! 🚙
Driving’s becoming a lost art!
Oh, most definitely! Driving used to be a community joy, the road a shared space. Now it often resembles a battlefield 🙏🏻
A very funny entertaining read reminding us of the old bangers we have all had, but also we are all guilty of making to many assumptions, enjoyed the read
I guess we’re all riddled with false assumptions. Need to work the muscle of self-observation!
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