Car drivers are a funny lot, ok first thing you shouldn’t do is leave your hand hanging out your windows as you drive, your trying to tell anyone with the gift of sight that your bad to the bone, a bad boy, you shouldn’t be doing it in a Escort from the early 90’s but it’s the economic climate that’s prevented you from your destiny, the 1969 cherry red mustang will have to wait…………..You are a knob you are not the Fonz!
You should never find yourself in a traffic jam and begin to hand tap your roof to whigfield ‘Saturday night’, its doesn’t matter what car your in with each tap you are sending out morse code to the rest of us that spells….I….M…..A….C….U….N…T.. A…N….D…..M…Y….W….I….L…..L…Y….I…..S…..A…..J…..O…..K…..E!
Thirdly arriving at a packed petrol station like Marty arriving back from the future and disembarking like everyone should applaud is your first failing, sliding the unleaded nozzle into your willing vehicles petrol tank and proceeding to lean your whole 17 stone body weight upon the vehicle like your Mr Cool puts you in a league of your own, if your 50 wearing chino shorts and a £15 polo shirt the only league your in is a pub dart team.
Driving a Nissan…WHATEVER as long as its from the 90’s and Black has to be Black and has a cherry bomb exhaust tells everyone a little a bit about you already, arriving at a petrol station tailgating a normal driver and playing some hip hop with your bass and treble to the max tells us all a little bit more about you, putting in £5 of petrol tells me everything I already knew…….you and your car are a joke, I cant help but laugh as I follow your chav arse into pay.
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