Since I've been driving around during the day, do you know how many times the light changes to green and nothing happens. Zilch! Zip! We sit there. Hello? Finally, the bozo at the front moves, wake up! Of course, everybody is too scared of road rage to toot, now.
What are they doing? Why aren't they paying attention? Driving a car is a relatively simply process, certainly the negotiation of traffic lights is – notice, no matter how few brain cells somebody has, no matter how toothless and ignorant, they can always manage to get a driving licence, a mobile phone and, sadly, a kid. But I digress...
When I had seen the umpteenth person on their phone behind the wheel, it dawned on me. They are on their phones at the lights. They are, aren’t they?
I think people should lose their licence, er, rockets put up their arses, for talking on the phone when behind the wheel of a car. Okay, suspended their licences, like when you exceed the speed limit by 30ks. Everybody, clearly, thinks they can combine the two, but they can't, they are kidding themselves to think they.
If the government really means it – Tougher sentencing laws for all.
Gay guys could put the rockets up the pretty guy’s arses. The lesbians could do the pretty girls. The ugly transgressors rocket insertion could become a punishment for a whole other range of crimes, you know, like littering, or being a dick, or talking loudly on your mobile phone on public transport.
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