I’m pretty much an old white guy, and you whippersnappers with your fast cars and portable music players and your damn rock and roll don’t know nothin. The reason we drive so slow is because we got little hotties bent over the front seat working us and we want to make sure we don’t crash.
Over the weekend I saw the guy that tried to race me and swerved all over the road like a madman. He must live in my neighborhood. Anyway I got a good look at him this time and the guy has a mustache. I think that says it all right there. “The reason we drive so slow is because we got little hotties bent over the front seat working us and we want to make sure we don’t crash.” …This I can understand
I second JustPass- JohnyMac is clearly a total sausage jockey.
My rant story: I was in the grocery store line behind some girl who was just finishing up paying. Before my items could move up, some fat cow of a woman comes running in front of me to pay for her drink and chips. She says to me and the cashier, “I’m with her. She’s my friend.” The cashier actually proceeds to scan her items. It took a few moments for me to register how much of a b*tch this girl was. Never being one to be afraid to speak my mind at idiotic people, I said, “Are you retarded? Do you understand the concept of a lineup?” I was prepared to go off on her and embarrass her in front of everyone. However, she just looked away and walked out. Her friend was clearly embarrassed at her though.
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Sponge_Bob_CFA Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Smarshy Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > I’m pretty much an old white guy, and you > > whippersnappers with your fast cars and > portable > > music players and your damn rock and roll don’t > > know nothin. The reason we drive so slow is > > because we got little hotties bent over the > front > > seat working us and we want to make sure we > don’t > > crash. > > Sounds like a Morgan Freeman quote. Well, except for the white part.
yesterday, I was coming out of a local gas station, and this 40ish guy, before I can even open the door for him, blast through the door, hitting me in the shoulder, and just keeps walking and doesnt even look at me. I almost tackled him into the counter. Prrof that d-bags are age agnostic.