Wow you sure hoopdied out that monstrously ugly Cadillac Escalade didn’t you? The Pimpin license plate was the crowning touch.
Never mind that you are whiter then Pat Boone, not to mention fatter then William “The Fridge” Perry.
Yes, I’m slowing down far below the posted speed limit.
Why?
Two, no three reasons.
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It’s raining so hard that my wipers can’t keep up with the rain on my windshield.
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That flashing sign 4 miles back that warned of heavy fog up ahead and also stated that when the sign was flashing, the speed limit was 30 mph, NOT the posted 70.
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the fog is so thick that I can just barely make out the hood of my car, to say nothing of what is in lane next to me.
Yet apparently, you seem to have some sort of sonar in your SUV which enables you to see objects through the fog, thus allowing you to travel at speeds in excess of 80+ mph, never mind that you are over the legal speed limit by a good 50+ mph.
Maybe it’s hooked up to the bass in your sound system, which I have no doubts that it could trigger avalanches, rockslides, and even earthquakes.
So go ahead, pass me, you’ve been on my rear bumper, flashing your brights and blaring your horn for the last 5 minutes.
That’s right, blare your horn at me as you blast on by.
Oh, too bad, looks like your sonar didn’t work that well as it failed to tell you of the guardrail that you smashed through or the rockface that you and your SUV smashed into.
And gee, too bad you weren’t wearing a seat belt. I bet it hurt real bad when you went through the windshield face first, but it probably hurt even more when you hit the rockface face first, not to mention breaking both of your legs.
But unfortunately you didn 't get to feel the pain or suffer for more then a few seconds 'cause you were dead.
As were your two passengers, neither of whom wore seat belts either.
But you did have plenty of booze on board.
I’m glad that for once, scum like you died and that you suffered during your last moments, although not nearly as much as you deserved