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Dear Driver, GET OFF THE PHONE

What I'm not understanding is why you people, as in people that drive and talk on the phone, think that you can fully operate your cars. Now I am sitting behind your keke'n (laughing ) ass trying to turn and you have missed 2340872394871398 opportunities to turn!!! See the point in cutting across the gas station, is to short the time you have to sit at the light. Thank to you miss single mom with a daughter, cat, and dog; I have waited the entire length of the light! Then I had to blow my horn at you to go! Like come on ..... FACKING GO!!!!! As we are approaching the next light, you proceed to get off the phone and start adding makeup to your face. I just can't ................ I FN CAN NOT!!! So again, the light changes and I have to blow my horn at you. And let me tell you one damn thing, that little ass bird you keep throwing up at me is going to get your ass beat early this Wednesday morning umkay! You better Go Go Power Ranger and morf your ass on through these lights, because Jesus will not be back before I karate chop you in the throat. 

xoxoxo



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