Originally Posted by rockmuncher

I'm so pissed off. Went to go racing with the vets on Sunday and the selfish bastards had moved the start time forward by an hour. Needless to say I was late, and in the end the fargin club captain wouldn't let me race. I hate having to smile graciously and accept my fate when deep down inside I wanted to rip his ugly face off and rub saxa on the wounds.

Fair crack of the whip, all he had to say was "Ya bloody drongo, get your number and hurry up", but noOOOOooo, he had to do his best impersonation of a fargin dictatorial despot having a bad hair day. Methinks he was scared of losing his huge $14 prizemoney. Tosser.