After an embarassing incident last night I documented elsewhere, I thought (fantasised) of an excellent way I would like to berate errant drivers in the future, which I will never do as it would be far too complicated.
I pull up in front of their car and pull out a large, hardback book with large, embossed text on the cover clearly titled "Book Of Cunts". For a few seconds I intensely flick through the pages with a determined expression until I find a page and change my expression to that of suprise. I then fix eye contact with the driver and turn the book around to reveal it's contents, a page containing in a very large font that fills up the entire page, the single word "YOU".
I then nod sagely, return the book to my bag and ride off.
After an embarassing incident last night I documented elsewhere, I thought (fantasised) of an excellent way I would like to berate errant drivers in the future, which I will never do as it would be far too complicated.
I pull up in front of their car and pull out a large, hardback book with large, embossed text on the cover clearly titled "Book Of Cunts". For a few seconds I intensely flick through the pages with a determined expression until I find a page and change my expression to that of suprise. I then fix eye contact with the driver and turn the book around to reveal it's contents, a page containing in a very large font that fills up the entire page, the single word "YOU".
I then nod sagely, return the book to my bag and ride off.