You lazy, feckless pieces of shit. You went to Les Schwab and got studs, not caring that snow tires work better, they don’t tear up the roads as badly, or about the fact that it rarely snows here in the first fucking place. For our once-every-four-years snowstorm, you stayed home and went sledding anyway. You ‘need them for the mountain’? Learn to fucking drive, and/or just get a Subaru like everyone else. The sound your studs make is a great way to let those around you know how worthless you are, though. Every time I hear you go by, I wish I could make your car burst into flames with the power of my mind. But I guess that would damage the roads, which is a douchey thing to do.
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