Mother Effing Inanimate Object

Some unidentified object flew out of nowhere whilst I drove on the freeway, knocking out the side mirror of my car , damaging a panel, destroying the mount scratching the side window. and scaring the living shit out of me!

Mother fucking, goat felching, no breathing, no living, inanimate random “flying out of nowhere” piece of shit don’t know what it is …errr, umm, thing!

Hell bitch damn piss.

feh. Solid is far more desirable that the semi-solid stain/smudge leaving unidentified highway glurblet that hit my windshield a couple weeks ago. My windshield is covered by insurance, $0 deductable, so I get a new one out of the deal.

Damn UFO’s. Not happy with anal probing they’ve moved on to automobile vandalism. What’s next?

“Die, you random bastard!”

Thing, bad!

Hmmm. Motherfucking and goat felching seem to be in conflict with the random descriptor-fathers and those who aren’t parents would also be subject to fucking at random, and non-goat critters would also be potential felchees were the OPs postulate true, No? :dubious:

I HATE inanimate objects! I really hate how they jump out in front of you out of nowhere. Like that chair, how the fuck did it jump out in front of me? Damn chairs, making me trip over them. Sneaky bastards. Just like trees. One minute they’re there, the next, it’s right in front of them. Okay, I’m done with my rant.

Sorry to hear about that Dude! Hang loose! :cool:

Don’t feel too bad, I have an asshole on my lot who backs in to his space, but not all the way. (the sprinklers would spot his car)

So I have to swing wide.

A few days ago an identified object took out my passenger mirror, the post that would not have been in the way if dork weed didn’t exist and I was paying more attention.

That happened to me, but nothing was damaged, thank God.
Something, some funnel-like object, flew off a work truck and hit the car in front of me, flipped up, came down and then hit the front of my car, went under the front and got stuck underneath. While I was on the Beltway, going 60 mph! Scared the crap out of me.

I pulled over to the shoulder (and so did the car in front of me), and it finally came out from underneath, and everything seemed okay. The guy in front of me asked if I was okay, and wanted to make sure I knew the thing didn’t come from his car. Yeah, buddy, I saw it fly off the work truck. He was acting helpful, but I think he just wanted to make sure I didn’t blame him.
The “thing” was about 20 feet back, and I walked back and looked at it. It was that soft plastic stuff, kind of like those lampshade collars they put on dogs after surgery, kind of like a funnel shape with metal rims at the top and bottom.
When I got home, my husband looked underneath the car and everything looked okay.

Scary, though, when you’re driving down the road at 60 mph, to have something fly at you like that, and get stuck underneath.

This thread reminds me of a former boss with a notorious temper. His wife dropped him off one day and he had his bike in the trunk of the car. Couldn’t get it out easily, so started jerking on the thing wildly; it dislodged suddenly, propelling him backwards onto his ass.

Enraged, he lept up, grabbed the bike and hurled it against the side of the building. It promptly rebounded, striking him in the head and chest and knocking him down again.

I laughed so hard I damn hear herniated myself.