Not-very-interestingly, yesterday, whilst touring around with a carload of Strayans, I had a Audicunt toot me because I wouldn’t go through a red light at some roadworks on a country road. It was approaching a blind bend but Mister A5 decided that he needed to get moving, so insisted I jump the lights. Needless to say, I waited for the lights to change and accepted my fate of having him climb all over my bumper around the tight curves which followed.
When we eventually arrived at a relatively straight section, he went to overtake me but (unfortunately) my foot slipped and I accelerated slightly and suddenly there wasn’t enough space to overtake. Shame.
Still, he managed to overtake me eventually and we met up in the Waitrose carpark in Thame. He couldn’t squeeze into a park which I reversed into easily (for those who don’t know, I drive a Mazda 6 Tourer). Narelle took great amusement watching him struggle with the simplest manoeuvres trying to park his Ubercuntenwagen. He couldn’t park to save his life and as his second circuit of the carpark was clearly causing him heart issues, he exited the carpark.
Oh, how we larfed.
More cunt, less speed.