Priceless.

PRICELESS.

INT: Family Home.

Dad comes in the room. His son is watching the television.

Dad: Hey, junior.

Son: Hey dad. How’s it going?

Dad: Yeah, not bad. Hey…

Son: Yeah?

Dad: I got something for you, son.

Son: Wow…what’s that dad?

Dad: Heh…come outside, and i’ll show you.

Son: Sounds interesting.

INT: OUTSIDE

Dad: You’re eighteen now..it’s time..

Son: For what, dad?

Dad: This…check this out.

(Dad opens the garage. Inside is his classic motorbike, a vintage Harley Davidson.)

Son: Jesus…

Dad: Yep son. It’s yours. Grandad had it before me, I had some good times..now…it’s yours.

Son: I…I don’t know what to say, dad. This is amazing.

Dad: Yeah….it’s time you grew up in style. It’s all been done as new…just like when Grandad bought it…

Son: I’m welling up dad, thankyou…

Dad: Treat it well, son….treat it well..

LATER

Dad: Yeah, dad…he was tearing up..so was I…truly amazing moment..I think he finally is growing up..my boy..

Gramps: That’s great Steve…That bike is a classic piece, certainly seems to be in good hands…

(OPEN GARAGE DOOR)

Dad: Let’s see how he’s getting on. Probably giving it a good sh….WHAT THE FUCKING HE…

Gramps: OH NO!

Son: Alright you CUNTS.

(Son has dismantled the bike and is busy denting all the parts beyond repair with a massive hammer.)

Son: FUCKING check this out. This bike is so cunting ace that I thought i’d give it a true test, by smashing it to fuck, hurling all the peices about, and wanking into the exhaust pipe. I also buried the engine in two meters of shit.

Dad: Why….why son?

Gramps: God help us…God help us all…

Son: WAHEEEYY! (HUrls hammer at wall and starts dancing.)

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About neilstilwell

Abseiling into trouble, a sewer rat staring at the stars. Disgusting. You can assist my search for the one ring by buying a Kindle version of this diary from here. http://www.amazon.co.uk/frozen-fridge-Zoomeister-Diaries-ebook/dp/B00C426DD0/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366481719&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=a+frozen+turd+in+a+hot+frudge It has some other stuff in it, and a dreadful cover.
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