My Lords, Ladies and gentlemen, gather ye round for a sorry tale.......
Today, at approximately 1.30 pm (GMT) Mouse parted company with his bright red
1991 Volkswagen Corrado G60.
It was a relationship built on his absolute devotion to her, but eventually even he could not deny the fact the she was the archetype of "high maintenence". He woke up today (slightly hungover - no change there

) and stumbled into her waiting embrace.
Slowly, he coaxed her to full responsiveness, only for her to flash a warning red glint back. He partook of professional councelling only to be told that her bottom end was beyond redemption and that she would need major surgery if she was ever to return to her previous frisky state.
Mouse hardened his heart and walked away.
The End *sob*
[ 11-01-2003, 08:26 PM: Message edited by: Mouse ]