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Sunday, January 26, 2014
You decide to just slam a left turn into oncoming traffic like the christ of retards, then look at me with confusion when I flipped your trifling ass off.
The worst part about all this? The person you end up killing will be someone other than yourself. —need to redefine the slow lane