A four-wheeled cunting please, for car manufacturers who can’t put their tyre inflation guides in a fucking scale I can understand. Fair enough, the guide is on the nearside door pillar, but put the fucking thing up fucking higher, so I don’t look like Quasimodo trying to read it.

“Idea!” thinks your hero: take a photo. Took it… WTF it’s in Bars? Look, you Cheese-eating, Macron arse-kissing monkeys, put it in fucking PSI. I cant be arsed to look up the conversion factor on the following grounds:

1. It’s Sunday Morning.
2. I’m hung over due to coming second in the quiz night.
3. I cant find the fucking calculator.
4. She who will be obeyed is in a shittier mood than I for the above reasons.
5. My fucking head felt like it came off and rolled across the back yard.

Citroen, please pay heed to my plea. It’s the UK. It’s PSI, you wankers.

Got that? GOOD.

CUNTS.

Nominated by CuntyMort

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