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Originally posted by Hummoron:
Tower,
My problem with... <span class="ev_code_RED">BLAH-****ING-BLAH</span>
...get in trouble. Cheers.
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You whining bitch. Do you ever shut your mouth(when you're not at "work")?
Jesus christo!!! The poor nitwit pulled a Darwinistic move and paid the price. Let it rest.
You don't like the Hummer why? Because some one else has given you an easily recognizable target to focus your limited brain power on and now your concentrating for all your worth on that one thought.
I ran into two of your dip**** brethren today(2 in 1 day is a real bonus). One malcontent little bitch pull her bandana over her face so she could hide her nasty grill before flipping me off. When I circled back around to ask her why, her answer was "I don't like what you drive". I calmly asked her why(while imagining pushing her into traffic) she didn't like what I was driving. The glazed over look I got back confirmed my suspicions- She hadn't been programmed with any further thoughts on the issue. I offered to walk her through the parking lot next to us and help educate her on all of the other vehicles she was missing out on hating, but she pushed her ****ty little bike away while glaring straight ahead, pissed off that she ran into someone that wasn't just going to take her gesture and drive off.
The next brain dead, mid 20's, hippie puke was in a rust bucket, early '70s light blue Volvo wagon that was sitting idling at a red light and spewing smoke several shades darker than its 30 year old paint. I was making a right turn onto the street he had just driven down and he decided he was going to make his statement by clearly & angrily mouthing "**** you" directly at me. Since I knew no one was directly behind me I slammed on the brakes. He suddenly looked like a scared little kid that didn't want to look sideways for fear that the Boogey Man was coming to get him. My window was down and so was his, so I yelled to him(and I know he heard me because he started to shake like a little bitch) to ask why he thought that was something he could mouth to me. Did he give any answer? Noooo. I then tore him a new portal for his ****ting pleasure for being a coward(ok, I think I called him a "little hippie bitch pussy".I'm not exactly sure what I called him because I went into a name calling trance.) He just sat there and stared straight ahead like Death was coming to get him and if he didn't look it might pass him by. The bus driver directly behind him had his window open and he started to laugh at him for getting caught and receiving an ass-chewing for it.
The point of my little stories is that I'd put money on you being the same kind of no-load carrying malcontent, have-not, POS as those two were today. Mouth off all you can on the Internet or someplace where you think someone won't confront you for your cowardly actions or words, but in person you'd dribble piss down your leg like a scared little girl.
You made your opinion clear on the accident, but don't bring your weak ass "I'm going to teach you all the error of your ways" garbage in here. After reading a few of your posts it's very clear that the only thoughts you can regurgitate are the ones fed to you.