Dear self-rightous, spandexed old guy who I encountered on my way home tonight, I'm done trying to be nice and have a conversation, in response to your complaints, about why my back light is bright. Fuck you. I hope you get rear ended while you're stopped at a red light, eat shit and a bag of dicks, and limp home with a broken bike. Furthermore I hope Portland's finest shows up later to take your statement and suggests that maybe the lady who drove into you, and then drove off even before you could get your face off the pavement, couldn't possibly be at fault because maybe your back light wasn't bright enough for her to see. I hope all that happens to you, because I'm done explaining it.
Quit Yer Whining
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