Damn you, Scooter! Damn you to Hell!!!
That's it. I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!!! Either the scooter goes, or I do.
OK, I can see it's more popular than I am. I'll get my coat.
I've talked at length about this before. I. Hate. My. Scooter.
Everyone now calls me Scooter, or Barry Sheen, and when they remember there's a character from the muppets called Scooter, no doubt I'll be asked where Rizzo the rat is on a daily basis.
Stress relief for Scooter enthusiasts
Couldnt be bothered finding a photo of Scooter, I had one before but it was low quality, and looked too much like me!
Oh. By the way. FANTASTIC blog coming soon...
I'm an angry young man. At least I will be until I realise I'm old, and I fervently hope that never happens. I wouldn't mind calming down a bit though. I think it's my stressful lifestyle or something, but little things really annoy me.
Like today, I went for my lunch, got right to the site exit, and realised I didn't have my access keycard. The walk back really annoyed me.
As if you couldnt tell before, the scooter annoys me. I'm sure it's really a pothole detector, cause I seem to unerringly steer into them, which knocks me off. I think it hates me for using it in public. I'm sat at my desk, and It's glaring at me balefully. Even though it hasn't got any eyes...
I really need a holiday.