The sounds of summer are all revolting...screaming brats at play, flies and other insect vermin buzzing in your ear, loudmouth morons calling out to their shit-brained friends, and most of all, the farty noise of morons gunning their motorcycles.
Unlike the other types of summer pests, motorpsycho jerks on their penis substitutes, don't merely make noise while grinding their clit-sized dicks and labia-esque scrotums against the seat. They KILL people. What city council, what politician, what intelligent being, thinks it's a good idea that assholes race at high speed down the road? Highway? OK. But a street that has houses, and kids wandering around, and old people trying to cross?
How about THIS, you fucking dimwits...
How much does it cost to stick a few SPEED BUMPS on the road? Let's slow down these motorcycle pests...and any crazy cretins in cars, too. It's disgusting that the "amusement" of a bunch of gassy, smelly wankers on wheels is a priority over the safety of the citizens. SPEED BUMPS...a nice mound...and inside it? Not asphalt...the body of a motorcyclist who, happily enough, killed himself on the road and nobody else.
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