Hover Fly
He, him, his
- Location
- Besides the lake, beneath the trees
Usual story, dopey woman opened her car door without looking behind.
Now I suppose you're expecting the usual, "somersaulted down the road, luckily I was wearing my helmet...'
Not in this case, I was wearing a pickup truck, snatched the door clean out of her hand, off the car, bent it a bit, and spat it into the kerb. Her front wing didn't look too good either. That's taught her a lesson.
Now I suppose you're expecting the usual, "somersaulted down the road, luckily I was wearing my helmet...'
Not in this case, I was wearing a pickup truck, snatched the door clean out of her hand, off the car, bent it a bit, and spat it into the kerb. Her front wing didn't look too good either. That's taught her a lesson.