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Road Rage (you really wanna go there?)

I was driving to work just the other day

 

this guy was riding my bumber like I was in his way

 

he decides to pass but almost clips my car as he cuts me off

 

he hears my horn and flags the middle finger to flip me off

 

I return the gesture and his tail light burst into bright red

 

slamming on his breaks and tempting fate what a bone head

 

I hold down my horn to let him know I am thoroughly ****** and had enough

 

he motions to pull over to the side of the road, he thinks I won't call his bluff

 

out of my car first and I can hear his big mouth and it is still runnin'

 

I won't be showing any mercy this ***** has it commin'

 

my fist meets his face with a loud smack and the blood begins to flow

 

a few more punches and he lands face down in the snow

 

now his ribs and my steel toed work boots are being vigorously introduced

 

it's amazing how from rude behavior so much hostillity is produced

 

before I go to get in my car to leave and finish out my day

 

I lean down and look into his ****** face and blackend eyes and I say

 

"The next time you decide to be an inconsiderate ******* when you drive, remeber this beating and how lucky you are to still be alive!)

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Jan 26, 2011
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