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It's that time again!
That's right, it's time for Ash to issue another formal FUCK YOU to Southern Ontario/GTA suburban drivers!
FUCK YOU, lady in the big-ass SUV who passed me on a residential, two-lane street, where the speed limit is 40 and I was already doing 50. What in the everliving hell are you on? (Dr House says: "Duh, Ritalin.")
FUCK YOU, jerk in your souped-up, low-riding whateverthefuckthatwas, with your bass jacked up so high that I can hear it over my Depeche Mode and the torrential fucking downpour going on. FUCK YOU for tailgating and blinding me when it's raining like I should be building a fucking ark, and I'm already speeding way more than I feel fucking comfortable with, and holy fuck what was wrong with you veering off into the other lane, in front of another car not at all at a safe distance behind you, when I was making my right-hand turn?
Dear crazies: get the fuck off my road.
Grr.
FUCK YOU, lady in the big-ass SUV who passed me on a residential, two-lane street, where the speed limit is 40 and I was already doing 50. What in the everliving hell are you on? (Dr House says: "Duh, Ritalin.")
FUCK YOU, jerk in your souped-up, low-riding whateverthefuckthatwas, with your bass jacked up so high that I can hear it over my Depeche Mode and the torrential fucking downpour going on. FUCK YOU for tailgating and blinding me when it's raining like I should be building a fucking ark, and I'm already speeding way more than I feel fucking comfortable with, and holy fuck what was wrong with you veering off into the other lane, in front of another car not at all at a safe distance behind you, when I was making my right-hand turn?
Dear crazies: get the fuck off my road.
Grr.