Ever get Into those road predicaments where youre fucked no matter how you proceed?
Im trying to make a left, car in front of me wants to make a left but is impeded. So wer'e at a stand still. Fat bucktooth beaver bitch who sebaceously tips the scales in which her gelatinous glands no longer register is in a fooqin tizzy. Im pointing left, and make the risky maneuver to make the turn into the lot despite not having clear vision. (Live and let live)
Bucky makes a left almost into me, at which point she flips me the bird. Almost wanted to tbone her at this exchange, though I gathered my senses, and the only tbone on this given occasion was the one to hit her Weber in 40 mins.
Bint shouldnt have even been attempting a left from her position. Make a right and go around the block. Fooqin sow die