You’re in your warm dry car. You’re blazing down a city street, and holy moly, a pedestrian on the street. In a crosswalk. That pedestrian is me saying you fucking idiot. You must’ve seen my lips because I saw your bird in the rearview. Oh boy, the middle finger threat from a beaverbutt dad. Come on. You gotta have better than that. Try walking. Try walking in the rain. Try doing something other than relying on your fucking car. You’re in a fucking car, beaverbutt. It’s a privilege. Yet you still must feel the power of being more powerful than a fucking walking pedestrian. Then you can talk your walk. Come on, your middle finger? My gun. My knife. You don’t think it doesn’t happen? Have you not been watching the news? If you mean your middle finger as a threat as you probably do, then i hope your’e ready for whatever comes your way. To address your stupid comments, its a good thing people have their cars to drive away in. Or I’d be on the news.

7 replies on “The Middle Dick”

  2. Driving is a Privilege.

    What a ignorant dummy the writer is, on that point alone.
    What the hell, let’s throw in those stupid threats too.
    I’d wanna run you over asshole, and do society a favor.

  5. Reckless drivers are so brave, as long as they remain in their cars. Just challenge them to step out to demonstrate what they can do without their two ton weapon, and see them cower.

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