This happens quite a bit to me, maybe cause I ride aquite a bit,but I really dont have time to get mad, Before I can I`m trying to calm the little stick of dynamite sitting right behind me. Finger pointing, Flipping,Cussing, I start laughing calm downbaby...geesh one of these days I`m gonna have to fight one of these retards. I have enough cutoffs built up in me I pity the 1st who stops for a confrontation, cause I`m gonna unload on his sorry azz..

 

I celebrate.When and shouldI fail to meet the challenge, then am sure I will be cursing myself.
Its a jungle out there and there aint no rhyme or reason. Fight it and your sure to get hurt.

 

I am like most people and just get that real good pucker factor and pull my underwear out of my *** and just turn up the tunes.