Bite horse gonads.

To the guy who pulled up in the median, spun his tires, and covered my truck in a spray of mud? I understand your frustration, but if you had driven twenty more feet I wouldn’t have to wash my truck AGAIN since you could have crossed at a PAVED CROSSING, you RAVING FUCKTARD!

Now, to the crew working on the 163rd street toll plaza: When you sneak off to the edge of the road and pee behind a road grader tire, the rest of your crew can’t see you. BUT THE PEOPLE DRIVING CAN. AND WE DON’T WANT TO. WALK TWENTY YARDS TO THE PORTAJOHN, NIMROD. You’re giving the bluehairs grabbers.

Jesus. I will be SO glad to be beyond this.