To the [illegal c-word] in the white Escalade who tried to kill me twice this morning

:mad: Fuck you you stupid piece of shit fucking idiot fucking fuck! :mad:

We’re literally the only two cars on this stretch of road. You cut me off turning onto this road because you couldn’t wait 2 fucking seconds for me to pass, then just moments later, after getting onto the road in the middle lane, you immediately cut me off again even closer, as in you would have hit me had I not stomped on my brakes, cutting across two lanes to make your exit.

I take some measure of comfort in the fact that someday, probably soon, your idiocy and total lack of awareness is inevitably going to get you maimed or killed. I just hope you don’t hurt anyone else doing it.

So fuck you you fucking [illegal c-word].

If I had a rocket launcher…

What, ‘cunt’? Cunt isn’t illegal! Cunt! Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunting cunt. Go ahead. You won’t get in trouble.

It’s only illegal if the Escalade driver was a poster here.

I have a nice little formula I recite when I encounter drivers like that. It helps me keep my composure. It goes like this:

“I damn thee and all thy descendants, until thy entire line dies out, may that occur soon.” Sometimes I add: “And it probably will, if you keep driving like that.”

Well I guess some good came of this incident: it led me to find the Elizabethan Curse Generator.

So, cunt in the white Escalade, I curse you thusly:

Thou droning bat-fowling nut-hook!
Thou rank weather-bitten hedge-pig!
Thou wenching beef-witted snipe!
Thou surly milk-livered codpiece!
Thou tottering ill-nurtured scantling!
Thou yeasty sour-faced snipe!
Thou droning ill-nurtured malt-worm!
Thou currish reeling-ripe clack-dish!
Thou wenching dismal-dreaming jack-a-nape!
Thou beslubbering horn-mad codpiece!

“Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion!”

I once had a similar experience. When I wound up behind the car at a stop light, I noticed that her personalized license plate read NOTACNT. Since I’d been mentally calling her the c-word, I was amused and was definitely wondering about the story behind the plate.

I perform a Dogbert-style exorcism with people like that.

“Out! Out, ye demons of stupidity!”

I’d rather use an AR-15.

Principled tax avoidance?

As for the thread: I’m somewhat disappointed, I’d assumed you were doing lines in the back of a white Escalade. Well, glad you survived, anyway.

I read the OP and said, “And…?” That’s just business as usual for Escalade drivers. :slight_smile: It has come to my attention that since I drive a small silver Corolla, I don’t have right-of-way any time there is an SUV or half-ton truck wanting to get somewhere and I’m in the way.

That’s a small truck!

New Jersey plates?

Maybe she was on her way to a movie and didn’t want to have to sit in the first 5 rows.

Some /sonovabitch/ would die! /<Warren Zevon>/

Virginia.

Ha!

Haha. :slight_smile:

Bruce Cockburn actually.