Due to an unfortunate genetic defect, I have been told that I can't drive. It has left me with a lack of spatial awareness, an inability to think logically and terrible mood swings.
On the upside, I can have kids, I'm great at housework and I've got a cracking set of tits.
My wife is a bit of a tree-hugger, so she went ape shit when I ran over a frog.
I said, "Well I couldn't avoid him and it's not like they serve any purpose."
She shouted, "He was on a bloody bike and you're supposed to be driving on the right."
I've just seen a new 3D hologram that tries to deter you from parking in the disabled bays at Tesco.
As you reverse, a little man in a wheelchair wildly flaps his arms shouting, "Stop...stop....NOOOO!".
Once you've parked, you can hear muffled cries of, "Arrrrghhh....Get off meeee!" from under your vehicle.
Great use of new technology. Brilliant, just brilliant.