To the two guys who were driving their Dune Buggy by Dior on NW 23rd from Vaughn to Burnside this afternoon…

You know what? The whole fucking neighborhood doesn’t care about your bad 1970s dance music played at 11 in what passes for an off-road vehicle in Bridllemile. The closest that thing has ever gotten to sand is the dirty floor car detailing shop!

My wife and I were trying to enjoy a burger when our ears were assaulted by your utter your utter COMPLETE LACK of consideration for EVERYONE on the street.

I realize that you probably think the prices of your moisturizers, stylist, makeup artist & hair products entitle you to special privileges but… guess what assholes…they don’t . You’re just annoying pricked with an inflated sense of your own privilege!

Want to play your music loud? Stay home next time. Want to play your music loud in your Christian Dior vehicle with the Givenchy stereo and the Tommy Hilfiger subwoofer? Go to the desert…it’s not that far away…

Fuck you assholes! I hope your Gucci 135cc engine with the Armani glass packs and the Versace twice-pipes (spewing extra toxic Prada exhaust) throws a rod! Or, better yet, seizes up because you could get enough Louis Vuitton motor oil to keep it lubed. God knows K-Y or whatever the Bill Blass-branded equivalent is doesn’t work very well in car engines.