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Yo. Bitch.
Now see right there? You have forced me to use language to
which I am unaccustomed.
Look, you're a menace on the road. You're going to kill someone's pet or child and nothing can fix that except a preventative
measure and it goes like this: drive to the police station now and turn in your damned SUV keys.
If only you'd stopped at being blonde and having an SUV! But no. You had to have the cell phone (is it sewn to your freaking
ear?).
So there I am, driving along carefully, and you literally jump
the curb doing forty miles per hour and I frankly think
you didn't even notice.Because you simply kept on driving!
I'll tell you what, the old man driving next to you noticed and you
nearly gave him a heart attack. I'd have your
ass for that, if that man had gone into
cardiac arrest.
Look, I don't even know if you're a natural blonde but you're giving all
of us a bad name. Next time I see you, I'm going to just
pull over to save myself the heartache of watching you
drive, talk and mess with your face while looking in the rearview mirror.
By the way, you do realize that with your rearview mirror
in that position, we all know that
you cannot see the road behind you? Because
we can see your face too, you stupid broad!
C'mon, go turn in your keys. Then maybe we can all sleep
at night.
With scorn,
Palace Puppy
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