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c'mon, bitch. i'll fucking lay you out like a lightning strike. let's go. *grin* <TESTOSTERTONE VENT COMPLETE> ahhhh. |
i gotta go drive my shorty around the block. then i'll tell you about the fatso who threatened to kick my ass the other day. |
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it seems a little teat hath done the trick. so, im driving to the bank. im approaching the left turn into the bank. at the entrance there's no turn lane for my side of traffic, but there is a turn lane for the oncoming traffic into a street opposite the bank. ya dig? so i could....be a bad driver, cross the double yellow, take the middle turn lane meant for oncoming traffic and potentially piss someone off if im to sit there for a while waiting or i can wait in my lane that im in and turn from there. i see there is only one car oncoming, so i roll to a near stop, not a complete stop, but a near stop for that one car, then turn. but apparently the cockmouth behind me didnt like having to slow a bit, so he honks beyond the little beep one might expect. he's driving some piece of shit 80s era 4 door buick or oldsmobile or someshit like that. now, its a beautiful tuesday afternoon....its not rush hour and frankly the street i was on wasnt terribly busy, so what they hey right. as i turn, i spout a few words to impatient fuckwad behind me who had to slow from 40 to 15 for a very brief moment...as he passes behind me i flip him off. i pull into the bank and i see him, at the intersection just past my turn, do a U turn and break at least 3 traffic laws so he can pull into the bank parking lot where im getting out to go to the atm. at this point im thinking "ah crap, is he really going to come back to say something to me or what.." as I get out, this fatass in his shitty fuck buick pulls up in front of me. he's such a nasty ass, without even looking directly, i would imagine he has taco bell taco sauce stained on his xxl dodger shirt and at least 3 empty fast food bags in the backseat floorboard of his car. slob: "why did you flip me off man.." me: "why did you honk your horn MAN? try relaxing a bit, i didnt hold you up" *at this point i dont even want to engage him further so i continue walking to the ATM* slob: "you shouldnt have blah blah blah blah ....next time I'LL KICK YOUR ASS MOTHERFUCKER" ah crap i think.im being threatened by this taco sauce wearing fuckhole who went to the trouble to do a u turn in an intersection to come tell me the NEXT time he'd kick my ass for flipping him off. now, of course there are a million things i could say like "if your so quick to use your horn to vent the slightest bit of irritation, expect some of that back" or "if your so pathetic, weak, insecure and silly as to threaten complete strangers with "asskicking"s the NEXTIME like its still sophmore year in highschool, id suggest off-ing yourself now, because youre clearly lost" and many other things as well, but really, its hopeless. So i do my business praying im not assaulted from behind by tacosauce shirt man. isnt that nutty? has any stranger threatened to beat your ass in a vehicle related matter dave? because if i had to guess, id suspect you fuss a bit at other drivers as well. |
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on the other hand, i really never get flipped shit by the public. partly because i don't look like somebody you'd want to flip shit to but mostly because i avoid the public. |
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Next time someone like this steps, speak in a language he can understand. Give em the Stone Cold Stunner. ...and thats the bottom line! Patrick 3:16 |