Saturday 11 July 2009

Welsh drivers

Rest assured, there is a very special of corner of Hell, with particular little tortures, reserved just for you.

That is all. Cunts.

18 comments:

TheFatBigot said...

We mustn't be too nasty about the Welsh, their weather might just save the first Ashes test.

Ross said...

"Rest assured, there is a very special of corner of Hell, with particular little tortures, reserved just for you."

Still an improvement on Swansea.

David Davis said...

But you can't blame them. The ones in the North have Richard Brunstrom, a policeman and a Druid also at the same time, to contend with.

Poor wretches.

JO said...

I just realised something... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUEpzs0n_qc&feature=related

We're now an Islamic state.

So forget Wales.

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Anonymous said...

I believe that Dante spoke of the 'infernal levels of Welsh'.

So it's covered.

My agent in North Wales tells me that Brunstrom is retiring, having not won the post of Chief of Police in Belize!

AJ

Leg-iron said...

I've been to Swansea.

Hell? Pah. A doddle.

At least you can get a light...

Leg-iron said...

A curious fellow died one day and found himself waiting in the long line of judgment. As he stood there he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the pearly gates into Heaven. Others though, were led over to Satan who threw them into the burning pit. But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss a soul off to one side into a small pile.

After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the best of him. So he strolled over and asked Satan what he was doing. "Excuse me, Mr. Prince of Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment, but I couldn't help wondering, why are you tossing those people aside instead of flinging them into the Fires of Hell with the others?"

"Ah, those," Satan said with a groan. "They're all from Wales... They're still too wet to burn."

Mitch said...

Has the penis extension been dented? there is nothing you can say or do to the welsh that nature hasn't beaten you too.

Obnoxio The Clown said...

No, I've just never seen a more clueless bunch in my life. They are so bad, they make the English look good.

David Gillies said...

Fuck off Obo. If you go to Wales voluntarily you've only yourself to blame. It's like those cunts who 'self-harm'. No sympathy for them whatever. I only ever went to Wales in the back of an Army Landrover.

Dr Evil said...

Ah, you've been over to Cardiff then, look you? I think those drivers from Leicestershire are the worst. It seems that overtaking on blind hill summits is a local passtime.

Anonymous said...

I went up to Notts the other day. Gridlock in the fast lane, slow moving traffic in the middle lane and overtaking in the empty slow lane. We may be shit but at least we know how to use a fucking motorway. Fuck it, we'll see who's so stupid when we stop giving you twunts free water.

Obnoxio The Clown said...

"We may be shit but at least we know how to use a fucking motorway."

Yes, straddle both lanes. At 50.

Cunts.

Anonymous said...

'Yes, straddle both lanes. At 50.'

Have you seen our roads? You try driving in a straight line at speed on our roads. Anyway fuck you, I did Ponty to Abergavenny in 17mins in a worn out Nissan 200 and I'm taking bets that I can get that down to 15mins later this month. Enjoy your office life

Anthony Charles Lynton Blair said...

Sheepfelchers all.

Obnoxio The Clown said...

"You try driving in a straight line at speed on our roads."

I'd settle for any of you cunts driving "at speed." 50 seems to be about what a fucking Morlock can manage.

Obnoxio The Clown said...

"I did Ponty to Abergavenny in 17mins in a worn out Nissan 200 and I'm taking bets that I can get that down to 15mins later this month."

10 miles in 17 minutes? Big fucking deal.

St George said...

I live in wales and drive amongst them every day. What a bunch of useless TWATs (The Welsh Are Twats). Can't drive to save their lives, dim driving skils