VW Golf driver up my arse & hanging on my shoulder looking for the overtake despite us being in an average zone & me doing the limit.
Road splits in 2 & I go in the right lane to get past the people doing half the speed limit once the lights turn green. This guy stays in the left lane despite being all over my arse seconds before.
Lights turn green, the guy in front of me takes a bit to get going & this Golf driver is zipping up the arse of the car in front, dangerously close to the bumper, I assume so as to not let me pull back in front of him if I needed to.
Thankfully car in front of me put his foot down and we got past fine enough.
What's all that aggressive driving over a bit of tarmac for?
I am going through a lot and am not going through my own words to say I want you lot to me know that I love you and I want you to know that I hate your life too
Eighteen-year-old Ash, with unruly ginger hair, wandered Kidderminster's streets on a warm summer evening. The bustling car park of The Plough Inn beckoned, its mix of vehicles ripe for mischief. Among them, a weathered Peugeot 205, registration K829AEC, caught his eye.
The thrill was irresistible. Ash, ensuring no one watched, approached, screwdriver in hand. With ease, he removed the old screws from the number plate, heart pounding.
Time stretched as he worked, each turn amplifying ambient sounds. With a satisfying click, the last screw came loose. Ash stowed the plate in his backpack. The pub door swung open, patrons laughing. He hid behind a hedge until they passed.
Swiftly, he took a circuitous route home, avoiding light and witnesses. The stolen plate felt like a trophy. Exhilaration mingled with guilt as he entered his house.
In bed, Ash replayed the events, realizing the risks. He vowed to find safer thrills, though mischief was ingrained. Tomorrow promised new adventures.
Right then guys I have an unfortunate announcement to make and it's time I come clean. After over 2 years of running this account I can confirm that I've never even been to kidderminster, nor the UK in my life. I am actually a 38 year old Bangladeshi IT technician from Dhaka with three children. My wife found this account on my phone this morning and is making me delete the page or she will take the kids and go back to her mother's house.
Fair play to Aaron Hunt man went from chilling with simple Simon and Luke Bennett to kicking ball with Wayne Rooney round his gaff genuinely sound geeza aswell
Make a song about worster will (mainly called Bakewell)’s mum being a helicoper (we call her chopper woman). Make it about spinning around crashing out and bakewell getting mad about the jokes we make about his mum
I will make love to this beautiful pink boy I can easily have his beautiful orange skinned mother and pale princess of a sister but I want to make love to this pink person in picture. Come tu daddy worship my BBC like your girlfriend, mother, sister and beloved grandmother Becky does. I want my Becky
Kangaroos are marsupials from the family Macropodidae (macropods, meaning "large foot"). In common use, the term is used to describe the largest species from this family, the red kangaroo, as well as the antilopine kangaroo, eastern grey kangaroo, and western grey kangaroo.[1] Kangaroos are indigenous to Australia and New Guinea. The Australian government estimates that 42.8 million kangaroos lived within the commercial harvest areas of Australia in 2019, down from 53.2 million in 2013.[2]
This driver is a menace. He went to the toilet in the middle of the M5 while the car was still moving. He stuck his arse out of the driver's side window and just let rip.
I want this to be PERFECT