My Favourite Road Part 2 (Post Grass)

Right, I'm back out driving on my favourite road and he's my favourite road because he's no bus lanes, no cycle lanes, no pelican crossings, no zebra crossings, no speed cameras, no chicanes, no bumps, but some kind of swear before, we're in glass, not what fucking roadiers, and now he's for a cunt driving like fucking cunts on that favourite road, you might as well ring the fucking council again to dig a fucking trench down it with zigzaggy lines and fucking crossovers and everything and bus lanes you crossing cunt, you be a fucking delete that sweet pile, because I'm fucking angry with you, and you won't fucking lie with him angry, I'm driving down my favourite road now, before he gets fucked up by the council you crossing cunts!