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ASPIRING COMEDIAN AND West Pymble sociopath, Amanda Greenbolt, says she enjoys nothing more than prowling the streets of an evening to look for soft-roaders with ‘My Family’ stickers on the back window.
When she finds one, she slinks under the cover of darkness into the driveway and uses her gaudy nylon nails to peel the bloke off – just to freak him out when he returns home after a long day of working in the CBD.
“I have this image in my head of this bloke in a mid-level woollen suit coming home at night and seeing him peeled off the back of his Toyota Kluger and think, ‘Fuck! She knows!’ and then he goes inside acting all sheepish,” said the 28-year-old convicted credit card fraud.
“Then when the woman’s like, ‘I dunno what you’re talking about mate, but please go on explaining why you’re acting all mundry and all,’ and I just double-over laughing.” she said.
However, not everybody in Sydney’s Andrew Bolt corridor is happy with Ms Greenbolt.
One local homemaker alleges that her life was completely derailed by Greenbolt after she peeled her husband off their Mercedes-Benz ML 320 earlier this year.
After seeing his character removed while arriving home after a very, very long lunch with some clients, he freaked out when he saw he was no longer on the back of this Stuttgart yuppie bus.
“Larry, my ex-husband, burst through the door after seeing that slut’s handwork and confessed that he’d had a bastard with his secretary in 2006 and paid her off. The betray, the lies, all of it. I was sick to my stomach, but I’d have rather kept my head in the sand. I want my old life back.” she said.
More to come.