
Old Cunts in Cars (how topical)
So the Dook has mangled a top orf the range Land Rover and got away with it apart from a pool orf Royal shite in his pants – but whichever cunter has him in The Pool, their tender heart must be beating pitter pat…and they are glued to the news. Bit like a sub plot with a cliff hanger ending to revitalise a flagging East Enders. Brexit has gone to shite so lets all focus orn the Dook, end orf.
Meanwhile what is largely going under the radar is the geriatric carnage orf collisions, blood, piss and shit going orn on our roads. Speak as an old cunt meself who has never taken a test but whose method orf driving has never let him doine yet – gun me old Bentley up to max, leave it orn overdrive orn the steering column, all headlamps orn full blast and let the other fuckers get oit the way. Works for me.
Have seen some frighteners over the years, old cunts coming at me orn the wrong side orf the road and hooting me, Yours Truly. Me bumpers get them cunts orf the road double quick. Came oit into the car park orf Waitrose once to find another old cunt repeatedly reversing between a wall bang and other car bang. Mincers at Waitrose – what a fucking shower – not a clue what to do, old cunt refused to stop or get oit so wedged a shopping trolley under his back end. Hauled el cunto oit who was as mad as hell, took his keys and left him aiming kicks at the mincers. His motor stunk like a rancid ladyboy’s jock strap and the foam in the driving seat was squishy with old man’s piss. Lovely. Started the motor up and immediate lurch stall. Tried agin’, same thing then clocked it was an Italian auto box and all was not well. Took all me considerable heft orn the pedal (and YT is not a small man) to shift it and get any sort orf gear and there was no way orf knowing which other than let it lurch backwards or forwards.
El cunto starts yelling at me not to drive it that way but put it in D, forget R and accelerate like the bejusus then jump orn the brake. Bugger me that sort orf worked and eventually got the motor (fucking ancient Fiat) oit the bay and into the road. Old cunt was happy as larry and pissed orf max revs catching a few more motors on his way oit. YT was knackered after all that and I mean knackered, sweating buckets, groin strained and me old hernia popping oit. Bastard. Cap it all me hands were covered in some rancid sweaty cheesey fuck from the steering wheel.
Naturally Old Bill then show up after the event having been called by the mincers and try and do me! Sort that oit double quick but salutary lesson learnt. One old cunt should never get involved in the miserys or misfortunes orf another old cunt. Let them go to fuck. Every man for himself in this life. Oh and many a story on this subject but not got all night cunts.
Nominated by Sir Limply



