Every morning, on my drive to work, I have to pass a school. This school, like most others, has a lollipopcunt to help the precious little moppets get across the road without being flattened like so many retarded hedgehogs. No problem so far (apart from the fact that this particular lollipopmong has a face that makes me want to hurl bricks at it - especially the smug look of satisfaction he seems to get from stopping traffic like he's fucking traffic-JESUS or something).

BUT! This particular one works at a ZEBRA FUCKING CROSSING! You know, one of those things that you are obliged to stop at to let people cross the cunting road anyway? Honestly, what is the fucking point?

And this still isn't the thing that's really wound me up! What REALLY makes me want to kill the entire human race and piss on the remains is the fucking adults. Grown fucking women (never men, in my experience) that will wait for this self-important shitsack to slowly shuffle into the middle of the zebra crossing to help them across!! FOR FUCKS CUNTING SAKE! Act your age, you fucking retards! You are perfectly capable of crossing a road without the 'assistance' of this geriatric shitsack - you manage every other fucking road you come across without him, so why is it so important on THIS road? I think I've already mentioned that there's a zebra cunting crossing there? USE IT! I'm in a fucking hurry, here! I don't have time to wait for the coffin-dodging cunt to limp his shit-hipped way into the road for you.

I'm seriously tempted to start just closing my eyes and hitting the accelerator.

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