I hate 'pimped up' cars. Some of them occasionally drive past me, music blaring (not a real sound system, they just put a CD player in the boot), tinted windows (binbags) and spoilers (real spoilers, but put on badly), with all the 'hard crew' sitting in there, and jeering at you.

In my dreams, shortly after that happens i pull out my my laser-guided missile launcher and take aim.