Mr Michael Phams:
Like windswept hair
Mr Michael Phams:
They really liked to not see each other, yet remain in touch
Mr Michael Phams:
That little car was full of surprises
Mr Michael Phams:
That boxy car was strange to sleep in
Mr Michael Phams:
Even the car was charitable, sporting a bandanna to help raise money for cancer
Mr Michael Phams:
Despite appearances, the showercap worked really well
Mr Michael Phams:
Exit strategy
Mr Michael Phams:
The car never looked like this before
Mr Michael Phams:
To be sure, to be sure
Mr Michael Phams:
The ute was always good for this
Mr Michael Phams:
Thanks for lending the Bimmer, Mum
Mr Michael Phams:
We took Dad's Camry camping
Mr Michael Phams:
The car carried a rather lovely BBQ fragrance
Mr Michael Phams:
If only we knew how to tie ropes
Mr Michael Phams:
This would never fly, it was like a butterfly with only one wing.
Mr Michael Phams:
Perhaps the left eye was bruised?
Mr Michael Phams:
They messed up the hairdo real good
Mr Michael Phams:
Bad hair days happen
Mr Michael Phams:
It just seemed easier to hang the garbage there
Mr Michael Phams:
He lay there, comfortably
Mr Michael Phams:
Like a towel on the head after a shower
Mr Michael Phams:
The wind kept coming, but it didn't phase the white van
Mr Michael Phams:
My second home
Mr Michael Phams:
We never thought it'd be like this