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So theres the Chav haring up behind me, I'm at 60, dual carriageway, local speed limit, clear road, so I couldnt resist and made it hard for him to pass. He drops it down a gear from the row from his dranipipe and pulls in smug as whisps of smoke from his zorst grow bluer and bluer and he slows...... with smoke from under his bonnet too, smelling definitely terminal!
He stopped, I watched him in the mirrors not so smug anymore!
Scratch 1 Chavd up Saxo!
Thort he could... but he couldnt... reminded me of those WW2 air combat movies....
He stopped, I watched him in the mirrors not so smug anymore!
Scratch 1 Chavd up Saxo!
Thort he could... but he couldnt... reminded me of those WW2 air combat movies....