It's because of poncy, helmeted knobsters like this that those gay, Nazi Stormtroopers at Charnw**d B*r*ugh C*uncil (now see if I get f*cking Google alerted!) decided to steal 30 pounds of my hard-earned money. How much bleeding room do you need in the road? Whilst you're swerving all over the place I have to drive around you and yet you can't swerve round my car when I'm parked over one of your precious cyclepaths.
I can't bloody wait for Lord Jeremy of Clarkson to come to power.......you'll all be up against a wall and I'll be one of the firing squad!
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