By pandammonium

The front fell off

I’d just set off in the car when I noticed this fellow chasing after me, so I stopped to see what he wanted.

He said ‘Your horn’s fell off.’

I said ‘You what?’

He said ‘Your horn’s fell off.’

I got out and looked. The horn was hanging on only by its wire, trailing on the ground.
He unplugged it and gave it to me. I thanked him and put the horn in the car. We each carried on our merry ways.

On my way home, I went to the garage.

To much laughter, I said ‘This fell off.’

I left them trying to find somewhere to reattach it to that hasn’t rusted.

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