Man finds car 20 years after forgetting where he parked it



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I'm Spartacus said:
I wonder how long he did the dad run looking for it?


Back in the day when car thieves ruled the earth, we broke into one of the lads cars and moved it to the other side of the car park to wind him up.

We let him rant for 5 minutes before pointing to the space we moved it to.

It was gone, some fucker proper nicked it :lol::lol:
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Back in the 80s I could get into my work marras escort van with one of my Peugeot keys (copy version). We used to swap his cassette tapes around in their boxes or put a different one into the rad/cass player or swap his kitkat for my penguin or drink his can of coke or other similar type of jape.
He thought he was going nutty. Then decided one of us was winding him up and demanded all our keys be tried in his van. I sort of positioned myself at the back of the queue to build up the tension. Before my turn it turned out someone else's keys opened it as well and they got blamed. Of course they kicked off and put me in the frame which I dodged by producing my other Peugeot key which for some reason didn't work as it was the original not a copy.

Wtf am I doing up at this time telling the world this for ffs?
 
riffraff said:
Back in the 80s I could get into my work marras escort van with one of my Peugeot keys (copy version). We used to swap his cassette tapes around in their boxes or put a different one into the rad/cass player or swap his kitkat for my penguin or drink his can of coke or other similar type of jape.
He thought he was going nutty. Then decided one of us was winding him up and demanded all our keys be tried in his van. I sort of positioned myself at the back of the queue to build up the tension. Before my turn it turned out someone else's keys opened it as well and they got blamed. Of course they kicked off and put me in the frame which I dodged by producing my other Peugeot key which for some reason didn't work as it was the original not a copy.

Wtf am I doing up at this time telling the world this for ffs?
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Class :lol:
 
If that had been in this country, his Guinness label would have been well out of date.

Presumably he reported it missing or stolen. Cops over there are quick out the blocks mind.
 
riffraff said:
Back in the 80s I could get into my work marras escort van with one of my Peugeot keys (copy version). We used to swap his cassette tapes around in their boxes or put a different one into the rad/cass player or swap his kitkat for my penguin or drink his can of coke or other similar type of jape.
He thought he was going nutty. Then decided one of us was winding him up and demanded all our keys be tried in his van. I sort of positioned myself at the back of the queue to build up the tension. Before my turn it turned out someone else's keys opened it as well and they got blamed. Of course they kicked off and put me in the frame which I dodged by producing my other Peugeot key which for some reason didn't work as it was the original not a copy.

Wtf am I doing up at this time telling the world this for ffs?
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That’s brilliant that man Riffraff!

When we were in the sixth form one rich git had a Vauxhall Chevette (!) He was a real dick about it and used to charge people petrol money for giving them a lift to places he was going himself. You weren’t allowed to park in the school grounds (Bede) so he had to park across the street on Seaforth Road.

One of the lads had a key that fit his car and when we knew he was in class he would would drive it around and rack up the mileage or siphon off his petrol. Also park it round the corner from where it was originally parked and watch the lad panic like shit at the end of the day thinking his beloved car had been nicked.

Once there was a school disco at Annabel’s and he filled the car up with the lads and charged everyone petrol money for driving them down. Some of the lads left early and went around the back lane where it was parked behind High Street and pissed all over the driver side door handle on the way home.

Eeeh what zany japesters eh?
 
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In the mid 80s my Dad owned a Yugo 45, it was one step up from a Skoda!

The thing had no power whatsoever when going uphill, I took the piss once by telling him that we were about to be overtaken by a milk float with a flat tire.

He forgot to lock the driver’s door one dark night, and he’d only realised when he had to go out to the car for something a couple hours later. He discovered that somebody had gotten into the car, but instead of nicking it, they simply nicked a small compass thing on the dashboard.
 
A mate of mine phoned the Police to report his car stolen.Only to remember he'd parked it elsewhere from his usual spot.
 

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