Picture this... you're in a sweaty box stuck behind some twat driving a foxtons mini who cut you up
and now keeps stalling, to top that off you have a choice of listening to mindless adverts or this TWUNT . No wonder they hate the cyclists supping the breeze and working off their beer bellies, all whilst listening to whichever playlist suits.
That man makes me want to punch a wall until my fists become a bloody pulp. And in this picture he looks like a cheap baddie from Angel.
That man makes me want to punch a wall until my fists become a bloody pulp. And in this picture he looks like a cheap baddie from Angel.