I HATE
I HATE
Driving through central London. Full of oxygen thieving drivers and general a-holes.
That is all, my rant ends here.
That is all, my rant ends here.
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I avoid it at all costs.
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+1sonny wrote:I avoid it at all costs.
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I hate those morans that walk along like retarded zombie monkeys, whilst ensconced in <beep> 'music' pumping through their earphones and staring blankly at single letter txt messages on their MYphones - these 'people' are at their most annoying around congested through thoroughfares, such as, toob station exits, top of escalators and automatic doors. I drop my shoulder into each and every one of them when trying to move past, and instead of saying "sorry", I say, "Oi, watch where you're going".
It's not even worth shooting these wank stains, a bullet is too expensive for them. All they're worth is a single knife strike around the general area of the heart, if it doesn't put their lights out first go, <beep> 'em, let 'em bleed out.
Boils. My. Blood.
It's not even worth shooting these wank stains, a bullet is too expensive for them. All they're worth is a single knife strike around the general area of the heart, if it doesn't put their lights out first go, <beep> 'em, let 'em bleed out.
Boils. My. Blood.
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Legendbam_bam wrote:I hate those morans that walk along like retarded zombie monkeys, whilst ensconced in <beep> 'music' pumping through their earphones and staring blankly at single letter txt messages on their MYphones - these 'people' are at their most annoying around congested through thoroughfares, such as, toob station exits, top of escalators and automatic doors. I drop my shoulder into each and every one of them when trying to move past, and instead of saying "sorry", I say, "Oi, watch where you're going".
It's not even worth shooting these wank stains, a bullet is too expensive for them. All they're worth is a single knife strike around the general area of the heart, if it doesn't put their lights out first go, f*ck 'em, let 'em bleed out.
Boils. My. Blood.
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bam_bam wrote:I hate those morans that walk along like retarded zombie monkeys, whilst ensconced in <beep> 'music' pumping through their earphones and staring blankly at single letter txt messages on their MYphones - these 'people' are at their most annoying around congested through thoroughfares, such as, toob station exits, top of escalators and automatic doors. I drop my shoulder into each and every one of them when trying to move past, and instead of saying "sorry", I say, "Oi, watch where you're going".
It's not even worth shooting these wank stains, a bullet is too expensive for them. All they're worth is a single knife strike around the general area of the heart, if it doesn't put their lights out first go, f*ck 'em, let 'em bleed out.
Boils. My. Blood.
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C5 RS6 Avant
Gone
MRC'd B7 RS4
B6 3.0 A4
C5 A6
Pug 405 NZ Touring Car
Jeep Cherokee (we all have things we are ashamed of)
Toyota Landcruiser
1963 Beige rat look VW Beetle 1.3 no performance engine
C5 RS6 Avant
Gone
MRC'd B7 RS4
B6 3.0 A4
C5 A6
Pug 405 NZ Touring Car
Jeep Cherokee (we all have things we are ashamed of)
Toyota Landcruiser
1963 Beige rat look VW Beetle 1.3 no performance engine
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It helps me get through the experience in the knowledge that everyone else in my way is plain thick so I shouldn't expect any more from them than what they do. Did it yesterday, have to drive out of London tonight.
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Never thought I would take the train rather than drive.
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I hate the twats who walk across the road, make eye contact with you as you approach and then slow down thinking they're cool!
The look on their face when you blip the V8 is a peach.
I hope they all die.
The look on their face when you blip the V8 is a peach.
I hope they all die.
Shane

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I HATE
I concur.
I had that last night, its hard to not just run the maggots down.
I had that last night, its hard to not just run the maggots down.
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C5 RS6 Avant
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MRC'd B7 RS4
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It's when they see you coming up to a junction and just walk out like Lemmings anyway. Twats. I actually nudged one Lemming on Wednesday night with the RS and he just kept walking. It's like the Stepford twats in the city.
Did I say twats enough? Twats.
Did I say twats enough? Twats.
I HATE
Sitting on plane waiting to leave for singas and nz, it would appear that the twats are now sitting around me.
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MRC'd B7 RS4
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C5 A6
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Similar to what youself and Shagga mention, I thought I was actually going to touch someone on the high street one evening last summer! Was very late, after midnight, dropping a friend home. He stopped walking in the middle of the road, looking straight at me, expecting me to come to a halt!P_G wrote:It's when they see you coming up to a junction and just walk out like Lemmings anyway. Twats. I actually nudged one Lemming on Wednesday night with the RS and he just kept walking. It's like the Stepford twats in the city.
Did I say twats enough? Twats.
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Good shout! I get it all the time in London .... but I commute on my bike : I get within about 3" them and then give it 14k rpm. They seem to fly the rest of the distance to the kerbShagga wrote:I hate the twats who walk across the road, make eye contact with you as you approach and then slow down thinking they're cool!
The look on their face when you blip the V8 is a peach.
I hope they all die.
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MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL.
Pedestrians, oh these c*nts!!! F*CK THEM.
Apparently they now refuse to look either way before crossing anything not resembling a 15 lane super highway. To top off this new found non-functioning neck upgrade, human evolution has also done away with peripheral vision usage. These arsesocks wouldn't last 4 nanoseconds in the wild but now they're like some sort of protected species.
I actually had one guy start crossing in front of me during slowish moving traffic and he didn't even make eye contact, but it's ok, he presented me with (wait for it), his palm, like he was empowered to direct traffic... or like Superman stopping a runaway train! Anyway, while my mind conjured up a vivid cut-away depicting his lifeless body being spat out the back of my car, I must've forgotten to yield to this newfangled retarded Superman sub-species, thus getting as close to a vehicular knee-breaker as possible. His brown trouser moment instantly put a wry smile on my face, which, obviously meant the brown trousered retarded Superman felt he needed to give me a serving. So, much red-faced yelling and shouting ensued, I just stopped, picked my most gormless facial expression and sat there, staring at his little song and dance in blissful silence with the windows up and my hand firmly planted on the horn. Traffic in the other direction had picked up pace by this point and everyone behind me had joined in with their horns (ooooh er, missus!). Feeling unloved and unimportant, Mr. Brown trousered <beep> Superman amazingly tried to resume his onward crossing by (you've guessed it), again, placing his palm up to now quick moving traffic. No dice. Spotting an opportunity, I decided to floor it, thus releasing the backlog behind me, traffic flow now restored to full swing in both directions, I got to witness the traffic Mosses grow smaller (both literally and metaphorically) in my rear vision mirrors while he waited for someone to let him cross, he remained stranded. My day was a little bit better after that.
I'm not really sure how pedestrians got this new found power but I blame the legal system and society’s constant perpetuation of the 'duty of care' and 'be nice to others' bullshit. I reckon there should be a stigma attached to getting hit by a car or a bike and I reckon that motorists should be absolved unless an incident occurs directly over a zebra crossing. If you're dumb enough to walk onto the road and get hit, then <beep> you, it marks you out as a fucken moron. If you can't look both ways before crossing, you deserve what you get and you should be mocked and ridiculed, if you're still alive. As comparisons go, think of how much you'd rip the piss out of a mate who'd just got beaten up by an 8 year girl. Don't get me started on people who've managed to be hit by a bus! They've become a fucken punchline in my mind. How the <beep> does a person leave themselves in the path of a huge, red, slow moving bus long enough to be struck down by it?! The mind boggles. In my new world, ANY comedian, hang on scratch that, ANY PERSON uttering the words "they got hit by a bus" should be met with a wall of laughter from EVERYONE within earshot, dogs included.
Rant. Over.
Apparently they now refuse to look either way before crossing anything not resembling a 15 lane super highway. To top off this new found non-functioning neck upgrade, human evolution has also done away with peripheral vision usage. These arsesocks wouldn't last 4 nanoseconds in the wild but now they're like some sort of protected species.
I actually had one guy start crossing in front of me during slowish moving traffic and he didn't even make eye contact, but it's ok, he presented me with (wait for it), his palm, like he was empowered to direct traffic... or like Superman stopping a runaway train! Anyway, while my mind conjured up a vivid cut-away depicting his lifeless body being spat out the back of my car, I must've forgotten to yield to this newfangled retarded Superman sub-species, thus getting as close to a vehicular knee-breaker as possible. His brown trouser moment instantly put a wry smile on my face, which, obviously meant the brown trousered retarded Superman felt he needed to give me a serving. So, much red-faced yelling and shouting ensued, I just stopped, picked my most gormless facial expression and sat there, staring at his little song and dance in blissful silence with the windows up and my hand firmly planted on the horn. Traffic in the other direction had picked up pace by this point and everyone behind me had joined in with their horns (ooooh er, missus!). Feeling unloved and unimportant, Mr. Brown trousered <beep> Superman amazingly tried to resume his onward crossing by (you've guessed it), again, placing his palm up to now quick moving traffic. No dice. Spotting an opportunity, I decided to floor it, thus releasing the backlog behind me, traffic flow now restored to full swing in both directions, I got to witness the traffic Mosses grow smaller (both literally and metaphorically) in my rear vision mirrors while he waited for someone to let him cross, he remained stranded. My day was a little bit better after that.
I'm not really sure how pedestrians got this new found power but I blame the legal system and society’s constant perpetuation of the 'duty of care' and 'be nice to others' bullshit. I reckon there should be a stigma attached to getting hit by a car or a bike and I reckon that motorists should be absolved unless an incident occurs directly over a zebra crossing. If you're dumb enough to walk onto the road and get hit, then <beep> you, it marks you out as a fucken moron. If you can't look both ways before crossing, you deserve what you get and you should be mocked and ridiculed, if you're still alive. As comparisons go, think of how much you'd rip the piss out of a mate who'd just got beaten up by an 8 year girl. Don't get me started on people who've managed to be hit by a bus! They've become a fucken punchline in my mind. How the <beep> does a person leave themselves in the path of a huge, red, slow moving bus long enough to be struck down by it?! The mind boggles. In my new world, ANY comedian, hang on scratch that, ANY PERSON uttering the words "they got hit by a bus" should be met with a wall of laughter from EVERYONE within earshot, dogs included.
Rant. Over.
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