Monday, February 28, 2011

lose the attitude, garlic bread.

stop honking at me, you bastard. i'm not a psychic, i can't predict that the light will turn green before it actually turns green. but i know what'll teach me: you speeding past me and then cutting me off. now i've learned. i hope you spill your coffee on your fucking lap, garlic bread.

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