Cruising my way into work this morning on the northern, doing my usual gentle lane split (Only 10-15km/h faster than the traffic and only up to 50 km/h) minding my own business, I was abruptly shaken from my content state by a @#$!ing tart waiting till I came past then throwing her cigarette out at me. RAAAAAARRRRG! I said. Pulled infront of her and came to a complete stop, glaring at her. At which point she had a facial expression somewhat akin to that of the realisation that it wasnt just gas, it was.... DIARRHOEA!
So you fat ignorant pig in your red subaru impreza rego BLN793. When I can make it to the post shop, you may just be getting a letter regarding my displeasure with your actions!
note: If anyone would like to speed up the process and pm the details, that would be mean not having to wait till the weekend.

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