Get your brake pedals greased on your piece of shit Tin wagons. The season of pressing gas pedals while your tires spin and spin has passed. The season of them actually gripping the road has arrived. Oh. But wait. Whats that? Is that?.....Yes of course it is. Some fat fucking overpaid ashtray standing there holding a "Slow Sign". Flip it over. "STOP". Right behind him the road is disected. The smell of oil and tar mist through my cars interior. That road wasnt roady enough. They had to re-do it. Take out that little patch of grass too. The green doesnt match the grey.
This city maked me wanna split my dick in half with a rock.
This city maked me wanna split my dick in half with a rock.