I come across them everywhere
All sniffing my arse
I know their close
I can't see their nose.
They come up from behind
Like Fangio, half blind.
Can't comprehend the road
Think they can push when there's no where to go.
When the opportunity comes
Hit the gas, I really can't stand the crap.
See, a bunch of soft cock bullies.
Can't hack it when given a chance.
The irony is my driving isn't bad
But the other drivers probably think I am mad.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Yup, one of my least favorite activities.
I've conquered many battles in my life, with the Lord at my side.
But driving brings out the demon,
And he's there for all to see!
You wanna go for public transport - much more civilized.
Two buses a day to a train station that trains pass by.
I usually enjoy a train ride.
I hear ya, and I agree. I usually turn up my tunes and try to ignore the blur of motor mainacs that whiz around me. But the ones that ride my butt, when there's ample room to pass, I'll never understand. Hang in there my friend.
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