freudian driving

This eve, i went to a go carting evening, because i am in fact 11. no it was my dads office kids Christmas party, now I'm embarrassed that i just wrote that but oh well. so yeah we got there , me and papa Bayfield. and i was immediately thrown into the ball Pitt with some quality nerds, who unlike me did not attend the evening merely for the free buffet , selection box and maybe a jaunty amble around ,in a miniature automobile. oh no, they were there because for some ludicrous reason they generally believe that the fucking freezing shed we were all shoved into was silver stone and that the borderline sexual harasser that gave us health and safety talk,was Bernie ecclestone . so you might be able to see why this was the most enjoyable evening for me in a long time. Now I'm not competitive at all. this in my small life has stunted my career choices already. i can now never be an athlete, in advertising, medicine,acting... to sum up i can never have a career. Fuck it ,i shall cross that bridge when i come to it. these fine selection of freaks on the other were so intensely competitive it became fucking ridiculous. they think being good at sport and "winning" things actually makes you a better person. they would run up to the clock thing write down all their times, and discuss how they could shave 0.000000000000001 of a second of if they cut of their ear or shaved their testicles or some other shit. then they would look upon me in a weird way if i didn't give a shit about how one of them overtook me , and when i reeled of a quality fact about how in bicentennial man robin Williams actually wore that robot suit for the entire film shoot. they looked at me as if i had just walked in produced a firearm and con -sprayed their pets brains over the wall. It left me wondering what terrible creatures were capable of creating nie spawning such monsters.... then their fathers walked in . followed by there dubiously silenced trophy wives, the dads also loved being competitive. and this manifested itself in even more extraordinary ways . the kids Christmas party turned from, colourful, chocolate candy, prizes and foam into a bloody, Sweat drenched, bastard filled cock fight, Which is ironic considering that these awful men wee obviously using these go karts to make up for a loss in another department. it even got so out of hand that i saw one father shunt his own 10 year old child into a wall , so he could overtake. that's right i saw a dad watch his nippers face, as it fell to fear and he lost control of the wheel, and with his kart now engulfed in a fireball.the charred , featureless remains of his sons favourite teddy bear landed in his penis-less lap. but at least, he shaved 0.000000002 of a second from that shaky 3rd lap. Till next time.
jonnie
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