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Thursday, October 13
Driving home yesterday, a guy in a super lame sports car (you know, the ones colored hot green, are in the shape of a bean, and driving inside is a Ray Ban-ornamented prick listening to obscure dance hits at a very, very high volume) was driving at least 90 on a 35 street.
I was really irritated that he cut me off, so then I honk for a long, long time to get his attention.
The guy sticks his head out the window and flips me off in a matter of, like, a second.
Just as he thought he was so clever enough to get away, a cop pulls him over.
I slowed down and looked at him straight in his eyes just as he was parked on the curb.
I LAUGHED RIGHT INTO HIS FACE. Then I continued my trip home.