Dear sir in the filthy old Cherokee with the Navigator grille zip-tied on who followed me from Winchester all the way to my mothers house two inches from my bumper, Just because my car is capable of doing high speed doesnt mean I will or am allowed to do so at all times. I was already doing 5-10 over the limit, theres no legal reason to do that let alone more. You are a disgusting, terrifyingly ignorant piece of trash who makes me proud to say I am not like you. Your childish antics intimidate me about as much as a moldy apple core sitting atop a side table adorned with a crochet tablecloth. Slow down, you ugly piece of red neck filth. Sincerely, The chick who did not slam on my brakes to avoid a dog and he just slammed right into me like I wasnt there.
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 18:24:08 +0000
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