His return on investment is so good he's beating me. I was always told not to trust a man with ill fitting over white teeth though. Otherwise I'd have given him the fake shirt off my back.
There's no point blasting your hooter when we are queuing at a red traffic light, and plying chicken by driving inches from my back bumper is a very silly and dangerous thing to do. From your vantage point high up in your lorry you can see I can go no faster.
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