Tuesday, June 07, 2016

Cock-spanks on patrol; yet more spanking

I live in a suburb of Canberra that is blessed both demographically and geographically with a preponderance of cock-spanks that love to hoon along the arterial road behind my shed. 

This time it was someone doing a burn out, probably at the intersection or at the near-by car park. The noise shot through the shed walls, my ears and deep into my head.

Cock-spanks on patrol, people whose loud, demonstrative vehicle operation tells people that they are cock-spanks and they're on patrol to spread the word through said vehicle use, sounds a bit like a Biggles book and I can foresee lots of adventures for the cock-spanks.

Cock-spanks hit a light pole; pole damaged

Cock-spanks ruin brakes doing donuts; $1300

Cock-spanks caught doing 120 in a 40 zone at school time; do not pass go

Cock-spanks "out-run" cops in own car; lose car, licence and $2500

Cock-spanks kill selves; family sad.

The last one is especially poignant because that alas is to often true. Hoons drive dumb, they die and their families are sad—and other families too if there are victims of their vehicular fuck-wittery.

But I'm sure the donuts were worth it. 

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