Travelling along the motorway in my small car I was overtaken by a large 4x4 vehicle,all gleaming black and chrome with the windows as black as the Earl of Hell"s Waistcote. I smiled at the number plate on this vehicle and had visions of a horny handed old farmer laughing all the way to the bank. The no. was PIZEL. I speeded up when the vehicle cut down a slip road and was quite surprised to see that the driver was an elegant lady of a certain age. The question is--did the lady know she was driving a vehicle with a risque no. or was her husband having a hugh joke at her expense.
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