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I hate those mother fucking arsehole 'I am become Death'er private hire cunts.
So much so that I had 2- TWO! DJ moments today.
I'm such a calm rider normally, but deliberately driving across my line, whilst overrevving your engine, well thats going to get you a dent in your car- if I ever see it again.
Lets not forget that you cut me up at 25-30 mph on Trafalgar Sq Roundabout, and thats what I was peeved at when you sped off and I caught you at the 1st traffic light on the Mall.
So Yes I will tap on your window and tell you to 'learn to drive- you stupid inbred pile of shit'.
Driving across me will get me to sprint down the Mall, and catch you outside Buckingham Palace at those traffic lights.
Then I feel every right to ride up to your window and smack it fucking hard, and watch you squirm as I tell you exactly what I feel about your worthlessness and how only black cabs should be allowed in the city, and how you have the cranular ability of a gnat's testicle.
And then a police officer will come over as I'm about to steal your car keys/ spit in your face/ swear wildly in russian and arabic, and so I calm down and tell them what a dangerous cunt you are.
So yes you twat. They have your license plate and probably your mini cab license number.
Now fuck off and i hope you get financially ruined and enjoy the inevitable call from the police officer.
And you, you other cunt. If I signal I will pull out. I have seen you- you in your small penis mobile. Who the FUCK buys a fucking 4x4 as a sensible Private hire car. Its not luxurious and anyone who books you will just feel like a cunt. Especially in a 4x4 of that make.
So when I signal, don't fucking speed up to try and overtake me round Holborn bend thingy (near Central St. Martins) and then if you're going to insult me, say it to my face when I challenge you. You shriveled pathetic excuse for an insect.
Fuck right off.