I have to confess I was hoping you'd died horribly in an alcohol-induced Ranger Rover crash. Anyway, now that you're back, I hope you soon die horribly in an alcohol-induced Range Rover crash, and that the only thing holding your shattered body together is your Barbour Gilet.
Here we go! He's started! Come on Eddie, regale us with further tales of the cars, and bikes, and houses you've owned. Let's have some photos too. Why did you have to sell the Astons? Couldn't reach the pedals? LMFAO
I think we both know that whatever model it was, you were a pathetic cunt for pretending to own it. I expect it belonged to the manager of the parts shop you serve in. Idiot LOL
I'm up early because I have a job. You are renowned as a braying, bragging fucking idiot - remember your little EXIF incident where you were pathetically trying to claim ownership of an old DB7? So yes, I did plan the whole affair to gauge your reaction; I even informed another site member of my intent. You reacted exactly like the materialistic wanker you are. As I've said, you're clearly a short man with a chip on his low altitude shoulder. Hardy ha ha ha. LOL.
Glad you noticed the new profile pic, and that the whole affair hasn't bothered you. I'm in no way humiliated; I did something to see what the reaction would be. You didn't disappoint. The expected reaction of a short little man who sells car spares over a counter wearing a fake Rolex, but so wishes he was more. LOL
Ah, so you're into a bit of date rape, eh Ding? I have to say I'm not surprised. Who, in their right mind, would spend time in your presence while conscious?
Since you have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, and clearly know nothing about watches, it's probably best you finish your daily bottle of whisky and pass out. Drink, sleep, repeat. Drink, sleep, repeat.