oc-audica
02-13-2008, 11:32 AM
a friend, reposted their friend's bulletin from myspace... here it is...
After a long night of drinking, I awoke this morning, 20 minutes before I'm suppost to be at work.
20 Minutes is usually enough time- if I skip the shower, and breakfast, and any personal hygene what-so-ever (Pretty much my norm anyways).
I'm starving so I throw some instant Campbells Tomato soup in the mircrowave, get dressed, and jet out the front door in a hurry.
My soup is scorching hot, so I choose to carry it on the drive to work.
As I'm about to get off on my exit some stupid UCIrvine Shabby Sheek (Way too into her scarf collection) Cunt- cuts me off.
Everyone has their own definition of what they consider to be cut off, but I mean this bitch pulled right out in front of me.... Almost sending me into the center divider.
They say road rage is for people with agression problems, but I think road rage is for people who have a sense of pride when it comes to doing a little bit of right in the world.
The whore fucked up, and I'm gonna let her know....
Black people call this- "Keeping it real!"
So I return the favor. I speed up and cut her off about half as bad as she did to me.
Two wrongs don't make a right I know, but my wrong makes me feel better about myself.
Then this girl has the nerve to flash her brights at me... Who does this chick think she is Hily CLIT-non?
Now we're both pretty upset with each other.
She follows me off my exit, I can see her reaching across her car, to manually roll down her window on my side.
***(Note to self: Bad Idea)........***
She's yelling what appear to be profanities at me, but of course I can't hear a word she's saying because my music is blaring, and I'm screaming curse words twice as loud back at her.
On instinct- I fling my melting hot soup at her, it flies in her car and explodes on the inside window on her side.
When I say it exploded, I mean it looked like somebody dropped a stick of dynomite in my soup bowl.
Tomato Massacre Everywhere.....
Her curse words turned to schrill screams, I'm guessing not from the taste either.
The bitch is basically in tears crying, and I can't help but laugh.
This happened over two hours ago and I'm still cracking up to myself.
Now I'm sitting her starving, because I decided it would be more beneficial to re- decorate the interior of some "Tough Girls" car.
Was it worth it??
haha, I don' t know, Ask Bill Clinton if cheating on his wife with a woman that would actually suck his dick was worth it....
Moral of the story- We may not live in Watts, but people are still packing heat
After a long night of drinking, I awoke this morning, 20 minutes before I'm suppost to be at work.
20 Minutes is usually enough time- if I skip the shower, and breakfast, and any personal hygene what-so-ever (Pretty much my norm anyways).
I'm starving so I throw some instant Campbells Tomato soup in the mircrowave, get dressed, and jet out the front door in a hurry.
My soup is scorching hot, so I choose to carry it on the drive to work.
As I'm about to get off on my exit some stupid UCIrvine Shabby Sheek (Way too into her scarf collection) Cunt- cuts me off.
Everyone has their own definition of what they consider to be cut off, but I mean this bitch pulled right out in front of me.... Almost sending me into the center divider.
They say road rage is for people with agression problems, but I think road rage is for people who have a sense of pride when it comes to doing a little bit of right in the world.
The whore fucked up, and I'm gonna let her know....
Black people call this- "Keeping it real!"
So I return the favor. I speed up and cut her off about half as bad as she did to me.
Two wrongs don't make a right I know, but my wrong makes me feel better about myself.
Then this girl has the nerve to flash her brights at me... Who does this chick think she is Hily CLIT-non?
Now we're both pretty upset with each other.
She follows me off my exit, I can see her reaching across her car, to manually roll down her window on my side.
***(Note to self: Bad Idea)........***
She's yelling what appear to be profanities at me, but of course I can't hear a word she's saying because my music is blaring, and I'm screaming curse words twice as loud back at her.
On instinct- I fling my melting hot soup at her, it flies in her car and explodes on the inside window on her side.
When I say it exploded, I mean it looked like somebody dropped a stick of dynomite in my soup bowl.
Tomato Massacre Everywhere.....
Her curse words turned to schrill screams, I'm guessing not from the taste either.
The bitch is basically in tears crying, and I can't help but laugh.
This happened over two hours ago and I'm still cracking up to myself.
Now I'm sitting her starving, because I decided it would be more beneficial to re- decorate the interior of some "Tough Girls" car.
Was it worth it??
haha, I don' t know, Ask Bill Clinton if cheating on his wife with a woman that would actually suck his dick was worth it....
Moral of the story- We may not live in Watts, but people are still packing heat