Originally Posted by
Herbert Augustus Chapman
Rugged, manly types like Sir C and I simply roll up our sleeves to expose our beefy forearms and change the fecking tyre ourselves. Any women watching become profoundly moist at the sight of it.
Fops like Berni call the AA and do a 'damsel in distress' routine then sit there filing their nails for four hours waiting for the real man to turn up and change it for them.