| Driving Tests |
Cunting shit things, the chance of you passing depends on how sadistic God is feeling. Today, my third cunting test, everything went right apart from when I was parked up, waiting to move off, and there was a cunting lorry behind me and fuckin torrential rain rendering my mirrors useless. Then to make things worse when I finally decide to move off some cunt in a turquoise cunting Corsa going at 70 in a 30 zone magically appears round the corner and narrowly misses me when I pull out, putting the icing on the cunting cake. Examiner at end of test: "I'm sorry..." FUCK OFF ALREADY YOU CUNT |
