Damn hippies…

Oh COME ON! MOVE IT! Jesus Christ on a crutch… GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU F****** HIPPIE. What the heck is wrong with these people? Why do they think they own the road? It’s not like they paid for it. Ha damn losers! Who pays for the road huh? Who pays those bloody taxes? ME! And gasoline, ha the only ones who get rich of it is the government and those, damn thieves. Thank God I have air co otherwise would be poisoned by the stench of patchouli. And look at those trousers; I’m sure you can hide at least 25 political refugees in there. And cut your hair and get a job, so you can earn your money so you can buy a car. But it’s true isn’t it? Why doesn’t she ride on the sidewalk? People like us work for their money; we need to get on time…

All right! GRANDMA ALERT!! Get of the road, stay home and watch some telly, or use your bloody bus pass. I pay taxes for you people, now move it. Don’t get a heart attack, and if you do, not here, I’m getting late. Jesus…


Careful sweetie she has a baby seat on her bike…

So what? I’m not the irresponsible one around here. They should lock ‘em away all of them hippies driving around with baby seats on their bicycles. Bloody dangerous, people like them don’t deserve to be parents. And what is the deal with these idiots towing these kids around on these half bikes. What would the cops say if I were to tow you around in another half a car? Would look pretty ridiculous wouldn’t it?

Oooooh… check out the Lycra faggot over there crossing the road, who the fuck he thinks he is? Floyd Landis? All doped up to their eyeballs… check it out I’ll give him the scare of his life hahahaha…



Dear mister-let’s-impress-the-missus-and-accelerate-and-honk-
the-horn-when-a-cyclist-crosses-the-road-on-the-bicycle-
crossing, you got it all wrong; we’re not all retired unemployed tree hugging hippie do-gooders.
Next time you should try to find that little extra courage to get out of your car and actually see for yourself.
Now THAT would be funny.


Ps: Shout out to the friendly scooter driver who stopped to let me cross the road, thank you very much.