On the Road again

To kick us off today here's a lovley picture of an enormous cock drawn in the snow on the top of a building.

The Summer Offensive is shaping up nicely folks, so it's probably best if you start cancelling your holiday plans now...With the hairy beast (best known as bass-slapping techno tramp Bert) winging his way back to blighty BC are gearing up for an intense month of jamming to provide you with the very cream of their new output...So once again I am left wih no news but a ponder...and this is it..Probably a lot later in life than the majority of the country, I have , at last sucombed to the lure of driving. Yep, I'm learing to drive! As I prowl these tarmaced streets it occured to me that if everyone walked the same way that they drove, the whole of British society would dissolve into a frenzied mess of pushing, shoving and generally being a total ass. Just imagine the next time your riding someones tail (and not in the good way) that you did this when you were walking through town. I wonder how long it would take, before the person whoose arse you were pushed up against turned and smacked you in the mouth. I ask this not because of the personal experience of driving from Hereford to Cardiff with a Fiat Punto wedged up my exhaust / colon but to help all those who seem to see a car as a tool of vengance against anyone who dares to learn to drive. Fuck you, I'll go as slow as I want...In fact from now on I'll go slower and when you start beeping that horn I'll stop, get out and pooh on your bonnet.

Well, before I turn into some hideously bigoted Clarkson type suck hole, I shall leave with the giddy thoughts of auto excretion floating through my cloudy mind...

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