◀ Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Nab: You got unlucky. And he's an ass. D: You should curse and swear and let it out of your system. Wish him death. Or something.
Trace: I already did. A lot of cursing and swearing. To my dad. But there's a lot more. Damn fuck la. Haha this is shit. Sorry for taking it out on you.
Nab: No, no. You're welcomed to take it out on me. Go on. Who's an assholic bastard of a non-human who hasn't gotten laid in twenty years? HE IS. Your turn.
Trace: I, uh, hope he crashes into a, uh, tree. Okay that was so weak. I hope he gets herpes.
Nab: And appendicitis. Then one day his spleen will explode. His fingernails will all be pried off by a big scary monster and his guts will twist until he suffocates.
Trace: And his body will be placed on the road for me to run over. Again and again. And again. Until it's mush. We'll feed it to the polar bears.
Nab: But not before you vertically park your new Porche on his head. The polar bears will think he tasted like shit so they spit him out and piranhas eat him.
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YA LA YA LA, damn fuck la, I failed my stupid TP test. IMMEDIATE FAILURE. Because, apparently,
I nearly caused an accident. How fucked is that, srsly. Oh that's right. Because I'm the LEARNER driver in this case, I MUST be the one to blame. I mean, you can't possibly blame the MORE experienced cuntbag in the other car right? I don't give a flying shit if he's licensed la, that does not give him the right to just speed-swerve into my lane, AND HONKING, MAKING IT SEEM IT'S MY FAULT. CB LA. UGH :'(
I AM SO FUCKING PISSED HOKAY.