Oh you’d like my lip wouldn’t you? Right round your bell end! If Mr Chippy doesn’t get there first! What’s he gonna knock up? A closet for you to hide in? You bumder!
Well, you’ve had quite a day off. You’ve lied to your mothers, bought alcohol illegally, abused Neil’s dad, stole my suit, defaced the pavement outside Carli’s! Am I missing anything?
Fine, fucking fine! I’ll just…I’ll just get on. I’ll just get on, and sit at the front (he sits at the front and straps himself in) next to these inconsiderate arseholes.
(voiceover) When I look back on my life, I’m pretty sure that ride will be a low point. But with a bit of luck, the others wouldn’t find out who I’d insulted…
(voiceover) It’s true. Girls do like cars. They just don’t like shitty little yellow cars that ruin funerals and don’t have all the doors they were made with. Girls are also less keen on boys who wear Speedos, borderline sex pests and people who insult the disabled.