Normally, as soon as I see a total nutcase on the street, not knowing which way to go and not using indicators when stopping in the middle of the road, I use the c-word or at least the f-word followed by a quite furious "bastard". I also like to call them tosser or slag, but not this morning...
What I shouted, you ask?
Custard!
It's the c-word and bastard brought together. Isn't it nice? Noone will ever notice, unless you're Jeremy Clarkson, his wife or someone reading this very text ;-)
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