ClichéGuevara
Legendary Member
- Location
- Kingston upon the River Hull
In the car, in a queue of traffic and an effing and jeffing scrote in a vest and baggy jog pants wobbled through the cars toward the red traffic lights, putting the toe of one raggy trainer on his back wheel, in lieu of the brakes he didn't have on the rusty bar the wheels were fastened to. Him and his mate went through the red 'give way' sign and spat and swore their way down the rest of the road in front of them.
He looked in need of a good wash and a feed, and was about 8 stone wet through, but was glaring at anyone he caught looking in his direction.
What was interesting was, despite wobbling around in the outside lane, texting, nobody close passed him. Cars patiently hung back and gave him plenty of room.
Now I can't generate as much spit, I don't suit a vest, and even at my age, my mother would go barmy if she found I'd used language like this wee fella, but I reckon being more than twice his size, surely I could utilse some of the body language techniques for self preservation?
He looked in need of a good wash and a feed, and was about 8 stone wet through, but was glaring at anyone he caught looking in his direction.
What was interesting was, despite wobbling around in the outside lane, texting, nobody close passed him. Cars patiently hung back and gave him plenty of room.
Now I can't generate as much spit, I don't suit a vest, and even at my age, my mother would go barmy if she found I'd used language like this wee fella, but I reckon being more than twice his size, surely I could utilse some of the body language techniques for self preservation?