British bellend desperate to get Cybertruck

A UK-based bellend is frustrated he cannot advertise his credentials as his area’s leading arsehole by driving a Tesla Cybertruck. 

Oliver O’Connor, aged 35, believes he would achieve his aim of being the most widely-detested wanker in Loughborough if only he could import the angular £73,000 vehicle.

He said: “Justin Bieber’s got one. Pharrell Williams. The top US twats wouldn’t be seen in anything else.

“But even though I make six figures a year from predatory capitalism, I can’t have one because they’re not road-legal for being so big and heavy and sharp-edged they’d kill anyone I collided with. Way to make it even more attractive, guys!

“Despite being one of Leicestershire’s leading knobheads, there’s a limit to how many people I can piss off in person. Ashamed to say there are pubs where they don’t even say ‘oh f**k, it’s him’ when I enter.

“By driving the Cybertruck I’d be broadcasting my innate unpleasantness to so many more. They’d talk about me in disparaging tones as far away as Birmingham.

“But instead, because of stupid laws, I’m just one more prick in a BMW.”

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Orgasm or heart attack? The dilemmas of dating an older man

PICKED up your very own George Clooney? You’re about to discover the reality suffers a great deal more back pain – and is vocal about it – than the fantasy: 

Sex

The risk of Viagra interfering with his heart medication is right there on the box. So when he’s out of breath, sweating, light-headed and making grunting noises, he’s either loving it or you should Google the location of the nearest defibrillator. Your expert fellatio needs to be matched by your expertise in CPR. If his heart’s skipping a beat, that could be arrhythmia.

Kink

The decades-deep age difference might put some categories of kink out of bounds. Calling him ‘Daddy’ and asking him to spank you may just bring to mind the adult daughter he’s not told about you yet. While moaning aloud his name, if it’s Nigel, Keith or Malcolm it will make you dryer than his skin.

Sleep

His daily disco nap gives him the energy for a bout of enthusiastic late rutting, if late means during News at Ten. He will have you up all night, but that’s with bi-hourly toilet visits. Still, he’s up for a shag after his 3am slash. What a blessing.

Money

The cliché of a silver-haired sugar daddy treating a cute young hottie to a five-star meal is real, but be prepared to discuss his pensions. Cash in the lump sum? Invest? He needs to retire because he can’t handle these bloody computers, but no need to worry because you’ve got decades of work in you yet? Not exactly a private jet, is it?

Telling people

How to describe your relationship? Gold-digger and victim? Age-gap sex monster and young innocent? The raised eyebrows of the other diners, the waiters and both sets of friends tell you nobody’s reserving judgement. When the nearby patrons whisper that it’s absolutely disgusting at his age, it at least reassures you that he’s definitely punching.