When You’re Driving Like A Tit

I don’t throw around the word ‘tit’ lightly, only in special cases.

And let me tell you something! A while back, and I’m not sure if this is still the case because I don’t hang out with these people, some people were calling things ‘tit’

As in “Shit bru those sunnies of yours are tit!”

I can categorically state that I HAVE NEVER and WILL NEVER condone this sort of behavior. And if you partake in this behavior, I’m sorry, but we simply cannot be friends. I was going to say lovers, but I’m pretty sure no girls say ‘tit’ anyway.

I mean it’s like saying “Christ China, these pants are dick hey?”

No no my son…you’re the dick.

Anyways, some people do drive like tits, case in point being the following situation, which drives all the blood from it’s 24 hour home in my massive, THROBBING member, into my head, causing a head rush, and therefore fury as my member is starved of it’s lifeline. Due to my technical abilities on the computer, I just made this technical drawing on Dreamweaver…or HTML…SHUT UP…like I don’t know the program that makes drawings on computers!

All I’m saying is do not ever in the presence of The Sean attempt to turn right across two lanes in rush hour traffic. You’ve seen people being beaten due to road rage, correct?

Well unless you want me to smack you to death with my limp member, then pile drive you with my JACK, then best you avoid driving like that.

I’m just saying…unless you’re one of my Biscuit Mill groupies who enjoys being impaled by my diamond cutter, then don’t drive like that.

(I apologies in advance for this post, have you ever drunk Monster energy drink? Ha ha, drink it and this type of writing happens!)