Its normal to blast Mika and Ashlee Simpson as loud as possible with windows wound down while driving half way across Sydney for a hot chocolate, right?
Fucking omg. So we were driving down Victoria Road towards the City, because we mad wanted chocolate, and obviously we have to drive all the way to Glebe to get it… I came through the speed camera at Holy Cross, and did about 35km/h like I always do, just because my speedo is constantly wrong, and I’d rather be safe than catching a bus.
Drove past there, and Christine decided she was in the mood for listening to Mika, loud enough for people blocks away to hear. Crank Grace Kelly as LOUD as possible, and this stupid fuckbag lebo in some shitty stock plastic piece of shit whatever was driving next to us. He kept on giving us the FILTHIEST looks, to which we just laughed and continued singing along. Next minute, he’s cranking his stock stereo as loud as it would go, which I could vaguely recognise as treble-y noise through the bass of my shit awesome system…
Once again, we just laughed, and turned up the Grace Kelly even louder, or we might have moved on to Love Today at that point, I can’t really remember. He starts screaming at us, I think (obv. my stereo was too loud to hear), at which point Christine wound up her window. We continue driving, and all of a sudden, he’s like fucking pulling infront of me, SWERVING INTO MY LANE AT MY CAR! at a position where if I would have hit him, I would have been at fault. I slam on my brakes, just because I wanted to get behind him, or at least away from him, for the safety of myself, Christine, and my bank account. Slow right down, to an almost complete stop, because he SLOWED DOWN TOO! Wouldn’t let me move. I eventually got behind him, and he just took off at like 140km/h over Gladesville Bridge.
So yeah, fuckbag whatever disappeared into the distance, never to be seen again.
We continued along, got our Hot Chocolate, Mint Chocolate Milkshake and free Churros from Sans Churro, and everything was lovely again.
Scary scary day. But with chocolate.
THEN WE GOT NACHOS FROM BETTY’S ON OXFORD STREET!!!! ! I mad less than three those nachos! Yumm yumm yummmmm.
The end.