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Peeve
Why did the cellphone talking dork in the ginormous SUV just have to try to stay in front of my little European car on the way to work today? I'm not typically a drag racer, but fuck if I'm gonna get stuck behind that vision-blocking monstrosity without a fight. I think his jock strap might have been in a twist thinking about a chick with glasses beating him at anything.
ETA, in case it wasn't clear, that of course I beat him. He won the first battle because I wasn't actually willing to cross the 60 mph threshold on the 30 mph road I drive to work, but I won the war. Darted around while he was stuck behind turning cars and never relinquished the lead again.
Last edited by notcasesensitive; 03-28-2005 at 04:53 PM..
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