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    7.02.2005 ||>   If you don't like profanity, don't read this post

    Dear Mr. Shit-head and Mrs. Asshole,

    Mr. Shit-head, you are a jerk because last night when it was raining so hard and I was walking home, you honked at me while I was crossing the street in a case where not only was the light on my side, but I was in the crosswalk. I know that two seconds of waiting to turn right must have been killing you, but the fact that my umbrella was fucking useless in the wind should have given you some common decency enough to wait.

    Mrs. Asshole, you are a bitch because after Shit-head honked at me, and after the wind had successfully driven all the rain onto my body and I was soaked to the skin, you honked at me as I was crossing at another clearly designated crosswalk. Even after I clearly signaled that I was going to cross the street, and you were definitely far enough away to have breaking time. I was being polite, and you were being a bitch. That, of course, is why I flipped you off. And when you honked at me the second time, and I flipped you off the second time, you should have gotten the fucking hint. I hope you had kids in that gas-hogging SUV, and I also hope that your kids asked you what that finger meant so you could be as uncomfortable as I was, you asshole.

    Maybe the two of you should get together and either go fuck yourselves or each other as clearly you are stressed if you see a pedestrian who has the right of way and still honk at them. Especially when you're dry and warm in your car and she is cold, wet and wanting to get home. Or perhaps you should lose your goddamned licenses and have to walk the mile I walked yesterday. Fuckers.

    I hope god punishes you,
    S.

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