11 mph over. WTF?
Ah. Things are turning to shit really fast this week. First, my dog ended up with a 1/2" deep gash that streched from his left side, over his back, all the way to his right side. We think he might have been hit by a car, but the vet says he wasn't because there is minimal bruising. If he was, the bastard didn't even stop. How the fuck do you not notice something like that?! He's a big fat Lab/Doberman mix, for God's sake! Then yesterday, on my way to work, I got pulled over on Occidental Rd. doing "61 mph in a 50 mph zone." The pig that pulled me over was an anal-retentive douchebag. "Where's you're front license plate, son?" Who the Hell cares? I didn't even know he was a pig at first. It just looked like a black car parked on the side of the road. Didn't have lights or that big grill thingy or anything that would let you know he's a pig. Now, I know I wasn't doing over sixty, in fact, my speedometer only read 55 when I passed him. He must have clocked me when I came over the hill, before I had a chance to decelerate. Ugh, I'm so pissed off right now. I've never, and I mean NEVER seen anyone do the speed limit there. If the state needs cash, close down all the CHP stations, stop paying those assholes(they don't do anything anyway...useless pigs...), and hold a fucking bake sale. Jesus.