To the glorious Douchy McToolerton following me in your oh so appropriate circa 1997 forest green Chevy Camaro:
that was really cool when you sped up as I was pulling out of the grocery store parking lot so that you could proceed to tailgate me so closely I could have sworn I was getting a rectal exam.
No but seriously.
What was even more awesome (if that's even possible at all) was when only a block later I kindly turned on my blinker, got into the turning lane to go to my house and you floored your awesome ride, burned out and came within inches of clipping my bumper. Oh and did I mention my baby (my babIES) was in the car. That really would have been great if you'd hit us.
Let me reiterate, that was super hot and extra cool. Also, real mature. I'm golf clapping over here.
I especially loved the part where you made yourself look like an ass.
Wait, that was all of it.
But I'm guessing that's a daily occurrence so business as usual for you, right?
Next time, should I find you anywhere near me or my babies, I will come at you and we'll see who walks away intact.
yours in forewarning,
Kalli
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My money's on you walking away intact. Just a guess but I'm pretty sure I'm right.
I shall never piss you off... I would hate to be Douchy McStepherson.
Atta girl! Nobody messes with you OR your babies! Not even Douchy!
Both Ethan and I really enjoyed this. Really.
When Jack was little, he was the SLOWEST pooper on the toilet. So we started calling him Slowy McPooperson.
My moneys on you...pregnant and all!
Love that ending, "We'll see who walks away intact." I hate mean drivers!
What, this driver doesn't appear on a daily basis in some form or another on a road near you? Start memorizing license plate numbers. It's gonna come in handy one of these days.
Fearsome.
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