Of Bitches in SUVs...

This post is meant for the bitch driving the SUV, who cut me off today, and then gave me the finger like I did something wrong. Bitch.

Okay, so maybe I was driving a little slow, but I was simply observing road conditions – not the girl who was bent over, tying her shoelaces on the sidewalk (cause I know that’s what you thought).

I understand that your time is valuable, asshole, but so is mine. Don’t cut me off like you have more important things to do than me. So maybe I was going to the store to buy a Hustler and some Twizzlers, but you didn’t know that. You’re not omniscient.

And don’t look all satisfied with yourself because you think you hurt my feelings by flipping me off. You were the third person to give me the finger today, and one guy was so pissed off I could hear him yelling that I was a piece of shit, through his closed car window, about 10 feet away! I deserved that though, cause I threw a handful of pennies at his car on purpose, and for no particular reason. I’ll admit when I’m in the wrong.

Anyway, next time I see you driving, I’m going to give YOU the finger, and see how YOU like it. Not very much, I hope. Not very much at all! Plus, I’ve still got a shit-load of pennies in my cup holder.