dear residents of cincinnati:
if you're going to drink and drive at 4 in the fucking morning, please do it elsewhere. two accidents in the same fucking spot in less than six months- said spot being directly in front of our house, the other cars involved being ours is a sign that you're a bunch of fucking inbred hicks, street trash, and assorted dieudbreaux and you need to be forcibly drowned in pee until this fucking pile of knocked-over bricks we call cincinnati is a ghost town. and when you drive off after plowing your commercial-grade, drink-tray-optioned, boulder-sized subwoofer-equipped armored personnel carrier into my defenseless vehicle, please veer towards the nearest steep incline, lose control of your vehicle (which you are so good at doing) and plummet 50-100 feet to your fiery, painful death.
fuck you, fuck anyone who looks like you, fuck this city, and fuck my insurance company for jacking up the premium on my collision insurance so i can't afford it all because some OTHER terrible driver had to cut across two lanes of traffic into my driver's side door FOUR YEARS AGO.
god fucking damn it.
farts,
dethtoll
fuck you, fuck anyone who looks like you, fuck this city, and fuck my insurance company for jacking up the premium on my collision insurance so i can't afford it all because some OTHER terrible driver had to cut across two lanes of traffic into my driver's side door FOUR YEARS AGO.
god fucking damn it.
farts,
dethtoll