Road RageLast week I had to stop a guy attacking another one in the middle of the road - one had run the lights whilst on the phone and the other had objected. I actually had to take the attacker's car keys out of their car and tell him he wasn't getting them back till he calmed down.
Looking back on it, I was lucky I was feeling all parental and in control or the situation could have panned out very differently.
Have you lost it on the roads, or have you been on the recieving end of some nutter?
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chthonic, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
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Let The Rage FermentDark, stormy, and had a faint trace of evil about it. It was truly a night of the devil. I was but a cab-driver in the south London city of Croydon, in which three young Afro-Carribean males had got into the back of my cab. Now, it was one of the proper ones with safety glass and un-openable doors for the passengers. So, whilst these men told me I'd broken the tail-lights of one of their cars a week previous, (Which I had not) and they were going to rob me at knife point, I happily hopped out of my car, and had a wank onto their windows. Much to their horror, I shot a good litre of spunk onto the window before exhausting my supplies. And then I drove to my garage and had the engine running, whilst I jumped out and closed the door. The C4 I had concealed under my car exploded, and my killer robots controlled by The Quo then stalked the ruins of my garage for any remenants of human life. It brought me their heads, which to this day I often copulate with. Hahahah! Nurse Bigoobles is coming!
(, Sat 14 Oct 2006, 16:15, Reply)
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