People are sick of Brexit, the snow has melted and Trump could literally drop his trousers, squat, and do a massive shit live on TV and no one would bat a fucking eye lid. There is no news left, we’ve run out.
Nevermind though, there’s always angry notes left on car windcreens to report on, a strange epidemic of fuckery that’s spreading accross the country like herpes at a prom.
The perpetrators are often fuck brained degenerates who struggle to grasp simple concepts like the role of emergency services, or how parking lines work, yet amazingly they manage to put pen to paper and shit out coherence.
It’s a sign of times I’m afraid in our ever more selfish and narcissistic society. How dare some cunt have a heart attack near my house when I’m trying to get home and watch Jeremy Kyle.
Will it ever end? I doubt it, not unless the government give every person in country their own designated car parking space and disabled people walking around with fucking badges explaining exactly what’s wrong with them.