This is offically the worst week of my life. My Dad has been diagnosed with cancer and the missus had her car nicked this morning. I'm not a very happy bunny at the minute.
So why do I want a rifle?
It's Summer. We have our windows open at night.
The rifle is for the sole purpose of taking out the bastards who walk along our street at night after a trip to the pub and are determined to talk as loudly as possible about who's been looking at their slapper of a girlfriend.
I want to sit by the window, take aim and put a nice little bullet in the head of each one of the obnoxious pieces of scum.
I also want one of those spikey things that the police throw across the road to blow the tires on cars.
There seems to have been a massive increase in the number of cars and bikes:
- Speeding
- With loud exhausts
- Engines that sound like they're being battered to within a inch of their lives
I want them all to crash and burn horribly simply for the act of being so damn ignorant of the other people.
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