The fucking cock who came screaming up my arse like he was in a fucking Yorkie advert, and then giving me a minute-long blast of his horn can cunt off. Stop hugging the other HGV in front’s arse and trying to form a mile long juggernaut train you fucking spastic cunt. It’s illegal to stop on a sliproad as far as I know. Knob. I mirrored and signalled, and had to do a Donald Campbell just to get out the way.
At best, I had to slam my foot on the gas and take off full throttle like fucking Iceman roaring off the carrier-deck of the USS Fucking Hell in his Tomcat just to try and get ahead of the macho twat. Most HGV drivers aren’t too bad, but this one was a prime of life cunt in the premium selection. Fuck that bollocks.
Smell it? I was fucking sitting in it. Twat.
Nominated by: Twatvarnish



