Friday Night Rant.
Discussion
s, the lot of 'em.It is f
king impossible for me to go out in my car on a Friday or Saturday f
king night.I get every s
t for brains d
head on the road trying to f
king kill me. I just went to the gym, it's only 5 f
king miles away and I had three of the
s.On a dual lane, left lane completely full of traffic, woman in front of me doing fifty which is the speed limit when a f
kface in some chavvy f
king car comes screaming up behind doing at least ninety, the w
ker then sits 2 feet behind me weaving all over the road bobbing his greasy f
king head all over to show he wan't to "ave me". Where the f
k am I supposed to go idiot?Coming back another moron flies up behind me, same situation, no way to get out of his way, and this
must be less than a foot away. He had some italic red lettering on his piece of s
t Vauxhall so he obviously thought that made it a f
king racing car. I'm just going home for f
ksake, I don't want to race every f
king 1.1 riced up s
t box in f
king Basildon. And then another tit a mile further up the road screaming up the inside and cutting in front of me with inches to f
king spare.And they all look the f
king same. He's got blond bogbrush f
king hair, a gormless look which points to him being permanently bonced off on f
king skunk and he probably couldn't find the brake pedal if you tied his f
king foot to it. And in the passenger seat is his stick thin, chain-smoking, ugly, chlamidic f
king horror of a girlfriend.I'll have to start leaving the car at home at the weekend before some f
king retarded half head wipes me off the f
king road.the_smalls said:
Ah Basildon.
Or as I like to call it "Bas Vegas".
I don't actually live there but Bas Vegas (Festival Leisure Park) is where the gym is, it's a fOr as I like to call it "Bas Vegas".
king breeding ground for chavs. They literally pull out of the car park and latch on when I drive past.Edited by br d on Friday 7th May 20:58
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