Peds!

You're right, that is the main thing. But: three times this year now I've had motorists telling me they think I have no right to be on the road.

I usually retort this by saying something like this: 'you've no right to be alive, but your disappointing parents clawed into each other one night in some passionless sexual act in which your dad's withered-on-the-vine genitals managed to become turgid in some freak one-off act of animal instinct. From there you've failed in everything you do and everyone you know. Frankly, I've only just met you and I find you repugnant. You repulse me. I wish they could make a replica London and launch it off the coast of Cornwall just so you can be a smug cunt in your own city. I suspect somewhere between day 2 and 3 you'd be so disappointed you won't be able to point your bile laden, vitriolic mouth at someone, that you'll beat yourself to death with your own steering lock. Years later you'll be found in a replica NPC. 'Why?' they'll mutter. But we'll know. WE'LL KNOW!!!! So, why don't you get into your car. Turn on the ignition and keep driving. And keep your venom-laden opinions to yourself until you can learn some manners. Good day indeed."

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