Neanderpundit

Pascal reminds me of something I hadn’t thought about in a while- the Church of Euthanasia.

THESE fuckers had no issue getting a 501c3.

These are the dopes who consider Margaret Sanger and Jack Kevorkian saints. You can smell the stupid all the way from here.

No matter what I say or how I say it, Vman always makes me seem like an ape playing a kazoo.

A lot. I love to drive, and eventually you find out the limits of your ride, and I like to push ’em.

Coming home last night, I got to this exit

Which is the exit off 80/94 to southbound Bishop Ford. it’s only a couple years old, and it’s clean and last night it was dry. I got off and a guy pulled out of the Lincoln rest area in a Dodge Charger. A pretty one, too, grey with a deep red metalflake top. I don’t know if this is a factory color combo, but it was some pretty. Ohio plates.

Anyway, Charger boy roars up behind me and flashes me and keeps flashing me. It’s a single lane, so it’s not like I can go anywhere. And I’m already exceeding the limit for the exit.

Now, I know this curve and every piece of loose gravel on it. So I floor it, and pretty soon I’m way the hell ahead of Charger boy, and as I arrive at the apex, I am low and inside, and my mirror is almost touching the concrete wall. it can’t be more than two inches away, which at upwards of 70 is damned close.

I do this all the time, so I know what’s up. And before I exited the corner I knew there was virtually no traffic ahead. So I wasn’t driving like a dick.

Anyway, just about the apex, with Charger boy actually beginning to fishtail trying to catch me, so help me God, I rolled down my window and waved him around. When he didn’t comply I shrugged and threw up my hand like “Well, I don’t know what you’re flashing ME for, then”

I love having fun with dumbasses.