Elusive Pretzels

Another bank holiday Monday, another day of carnage on the roads of North Yorkshire as millions of non-people return home after "making a holiday" with their compressed cardbord pig trailer. It took a full hour to get to York today (usually it only takes about 15 with a tail wind and a few bevvies inside me). Sad thing is, caravans are so easy to destroy - I have no idea why they make it illegal, because it would only take a minute and there are no health and safety issues (to humans) and it would be good stress relief (and help prevent the spread of swine flu as well). Plus caravans only cost about £1.50 to make, it's not our fault that these wankers allow themselves to get duped into paying over the odds for them. And bikers too. Bikers take full advantage of the fact that normal people are forced into going too slowly to kill them by the fucking plebite caravanists, then creep up and scare the shit out of you with their unreasonably loud engines.

Irrational

All this irrational rage meant that I didn't have the relevant equipment to take a photo of the pretzel. goddamnit. Anyway, back to drawing.

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