It's all the best of stuff so far but try this one.
The late ex. (not latex) and I are out in a mini for a run in the country. For some insane reason she's driving and we're doing about fifty. In the back seat is one small recently acquired pup which is making all the wrong noises. "You'd better pull over before he pukes on the seat" says I . She does. Fifty miles an hour into the ditch with rocks trees and all sorts of shit coming thick and fast, along with concussion. When I recover my senses things aren't looking good for the mini. One wheel is a hundred yards back down the road and in between there's a lot of oil, driveshaft and other costly looking things. One side of the car is fucked in completely and it's "all your fault", not even a tear, "your fault". " You told me to pull over" and she's right I did. I just kind of thought that under the circumstances she might have .. you know..
