The roads are paved with cunts.
I drive a little red convertible these days. Three times already some fuckwit in an SUV has almost run over me because they were talking on a cell phone and couldn't see the fire red car driving down the road over the edge of their car door.

Cunts, the lot of them to a man. (Or woman.)
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 7 Dec 2009, 15:50, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

It could also be
BECAUSE you drive a red sports car.

There's enough hatred geared up towards drivers of said vehicles already.
(Colonel Santiago Introduced surprised kitty to the world., Mon 7 Dec 2009, 16:29, Reply)

Were I driving it like Jason Statham, I could understand that.
But I drive it gently, don't weave through traffic, don't go screaming up to lights or any of the other things that underendowed wankers typically do in them. I bought it because it was cheap, gets 35 mpg (American gallons, not UK), has low miles on it and is nice on a warm day.

The Urban Assault Vehicles, on the other hand, tend to be driven by small blonde women with cell phones and nonfat decaf lattes and have stickers from private schools on the rear windows. They figure that if they're in a tank they can do as they like and their sprogs will always be safe.

Cunts, one and all.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 7 Dec 2009, 16:55, Reply)