Hey angry redneck dude that snapped when I merged from the ā€˜left turn onlyā€™ lane, The sermon you delivered after chasing me down and blocking me in at the bank was a waste of your time. Was it not apparent from my response to your barely decipherable country fuck tongue lashing that I donā€™t give a rats ass what you think of my driving? When you jumped out of the monster truck, clad in tight ass wranglers and a wifebeater, then started ā€˜a-hollerinā€™, all I could think of is that you need to do something with that mullet and lose the ā€œBodaciousā€ belt buckle.

Hoss, know this, traffic infractions donā€™t enrage emotionally balanced people. What the fuck happens when your kid knocks over your spitoon?

Fuck dude, next time you decide to give someone a piece of your mind, remember, you donā€™t have much to spareā€¦.then get, get back in you rig, speed back to your trailer, crack a brewski, then fuck your fat wife when she gets home from Wal-Mart. And remember to brush your tooth.

Prius Driving Soccer Mom