All those males who drive their car in a small street of a quiet suburb as if they participate in the fucking Dakar rally, making so much noise. Adding turbo engines and nuclear power units to the equivalent of a bathtub on wheels. Why not stick a big paper at their front window stating the obvious? "Desperate-Please help! I haven't scored for three years now. Don't remember what female genitalia look like." Admitting your problem is halfway to the solution- without referring to the fact some woman may take pity on you and save my ears from the pain and my eyes from bad taste pollution.
For those of you who wonder what I am talking about, you have seen these guys. They are a subspecies of subhuman driving a vehicle that looks like a crossover between an oversized ninja turtle and a miniature baroque spaceship. Those vehicles can also be traced from their strictly blueish lights. If you have not figured it out, those special lights are a way to signal to their mother ship, in the hope it will come and collect those poor EIFOWs who got stranded here by accident.
[EIFOW= easily identifiable fuckhead on wheels.]
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To the beggining, that music is a complete orgasm! :)
By the way, about those "I'm-so-fucking-hot-in-my-blueish-lighted-car" guys, you're damned right! They feels like they're the lords of the world. Here in Portugal, they're known for making races in Ponte Vasco da Gama (Vasco da Gama's Bridge), one of the main Tagus river crossing bridges in Lisbon! We have two bridges and at night, they fulfill the bridge with their liud sounds, they make races, they pollute our planet with their damned car smokes and noises. They feel so powerful, they forget they're only mortal pieces of meat inside a little bit of metal with engines and fuel.. They forget that in the road, other people are trying to get home, after one exausting day of work, or after one night out.
Once, in letter of mine to you (I'll post next one Friday, sorry for the delay), I've been inside a little car, with no blueish lights, no turbo engines, no loud music, but weed. I've been with my "god-daughters", my lesbians friends... We smoked too much weed and then he drove us through the night.Once, we went to a place, with the sea down there and we was in the rocks, in the middle of windy foggy night, smoking more weed. Those nights of adventure made me feel real alive, but there's the other side of the coin: There were other people in the roads, we was highed, we could have an accidetn and get really injured and injury the others. Like you said, it's the mistaes of youth, but we're fine. I almost have no contact with them, only with one of the girls, the bisexual one, who's one of my fave friends and we still chat about that times.
The problem in Portugal with those guys, is that most of them belong to the "street-thugh" faction, to those hip-hop/rap guys, with their weird way to move and to talk, with their weird "ball scratching", with their yos... Most of them, cause troubles with cops, cause accidents, take lifes... Most of them...
It's always something bad, but maybe their mothership will come to pick them up! REALLY SOON!
Yours,
Bruno
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