A twat in a white Range Rover Vogue (the car of twats) getting their comeuppance
My car's shit. It's a blue Nissan Micra that's been on the telly and I have to drive it to work every morning through the usual bottlenecks and traffic jams. You take what you can get from your daily commute, so...

The other morning as I settled for my place in the queue waiting to join the A33, along came Range Rover Twat. Despite not having flashing blue lights on the top of his car, or any indication that he was carrying transplant organs, he attempted to nip to the front of the line by powering along the wrong side of the road. As you do, like a twat in a white Range Rover Vogue.

Imagine the hilarity, then, as he came up against White Van Man coming the other way. White Van Man had no intention of getting out of Range Rover Twat's precious way, making him reverse all the way the back of the queue and beyond, where he sat seething in a farm gateway, before buggering off in the opposite direction.

Those exhaust fumes that filled the air as he over-revved in fury: Smells like VICTORY.

Full 12-inch version with offers of beer money and sex HERE. I'm so lonely.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 6 Dec 2012, 13:17, 2 replies)