What do Choppers, Jihadists & Anti-Depressants Have in Common?

So here I was on a lazy Saturday morning barely awake switching on my brand new Bravia for the latest international news as I was smelling the freshly brewed Colombian coffee. It seemed very pleasant outside and I was looking forward to the nice warm weather and a walk by the beach. I was thinking about the fun I'd have for the rest of the day far away from my cubicle when all of a sudden my tranquillity was interrupted by something that sounded like a big explosion. For a microsecond I felt like I was in the middle of Kabul. I looked at the TV in case BBC was showing the latest Taliban attack, but to my avail, it was showing the latest results from the Ashes. Then another loud bang almost made me dropped my precious coffee on my Polo robe. ‘What The Flying FAK', I thought? I was neither living in Kabul nor in Baghdad and BBC was just showing freaking cricket!

That was when it hit me. That terrible noise was coming from the street and the frequency changes indicated that it was moving very fast indeed. That faking noise was actually a Harley with a ‘fixed' muffler. That was when I completely lost it. I shouted as loudas I could: ‘This is illegal you freakin' redneck!'. But of course, there was no chance in hell that he'd hear my comment.

I started wondering if that was indeed illegal. Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn't. It does not matter at all. What actually matters is the fact that that bozo thinks that he is free to do whatever fak he wants to his bike. Indeed that is true. He can do whatever fak he wants. Jee, I'll even contribute towards burning that crap of his, if he wants. However, he has no fakin' right to annoy others because it is in his right toplay with his penis extension. I don't like bikes with ‘fixed' mufflers. This probably is a remnant from the time I spent in Greece where other morons think that their 50 cc bike is the equivalent of a Ducati. I simply don't get it. How can people be so inconsiderate towards others? Do they realise that they are annoying? But of course they do. However, because they can do it, they simply do it without caring for anybody.

The other day at the office, I was trying to concentrate and review a convoluted report written in particularly bad Engrish. So not only I had to correct the language but I also had to understand what the author wanted to say. As I was about to understand, I started to get distracted by some rather loud discussion. I focused my mind on it in case they were discussing the future of our company or possible lay-offs. No, of course not. People there don't talk about these things. It is not appropriate. Instead, they were discussing about some fakin' football results and which player did what.

Guess what guys: First of all, it is not called just football. It is actually called American football because you have to distinguish that crappy game from what you call soccer, because the rest of the entire world calls it with its true and proper name: Football. What on earth is soccer? Second, there are people who do not care about that stupid game. I don't care about big guys on steroids wearing some Kevlar outfits hitting each other so that they get filthy rich before they get even more damage into their little brains. Third, I am trying to read a fakin' report written in Engrish. Do they realise how difficult that really is? At the end, I am not getting paid to comment on sports. Sorry to break the news to you but we are not actually working for ESPN but for [you don't really expectme to disclose that info, do you?].

What makes these people think that they can be so loud about American football? True, it is in their right to talk about topics they like. But they have no right to bother me when I am just trying to do my job. What makes people think that they have the freedom to do whatever they want without giving a fak for anybody else?