06 March 2009

On the road.

Dear Swervey McWeaverson,

Thanks for the slow driving, random swerving, speeding and cutting me off with that un-signaled, last-minute exit. It is impossible to tell if you were drunk, getting road head or if you are simply a craptastically shitty driver. Whatever the reason, you made my drive home from working late a terribly exciting adventure.

When you inevitably die in a fiery crash, I hope you don't take anyone else with you.

Lick my ass,


Little Ms Blogger said...

Wow. I didn't know Swervey left the State of Connecticut.

I swear I saw him on the road the other day.

Jess said...

I'm thinking Swervey gets around.

Surgeon in my dreams said...

If you could only learn to express yourself more openly you would lessen the degree of stress in your life.


Jess said...

Yeah, I'm probably going to get an ulcer if I don't start letting off some steam every now and again.

"I'm a rageaholic. I'm addicted to rageahol."