Bell end on ill fitting dolan undertaking me just before arsenal tube.
Then you and your mates not being able to handle being overtaken by chap on a brompton, riding like absolute arseholes in order to get back in front. Funnily enough putting my right arm out means 'im turning right' not an invitation to weave around me like a fucking tool.
Bell end on ill fitting dolan undertaking me just before arsenal tube.
Then you and your mates not being able to handle being overtaken by chap on a brompton, riding like absolute arseholes in order to get back in front. Funnily enough putting my right arm out means 'im turning right' not an invitation to weave around me like a fucking tool.
'Do a skid'
Shower of cunts.