Here's a secret: I don't like driving. I always feel like I'm about to get into a car accident, and pretty much every time I go out for a drive, I either piss someone off or end up being pissed off at someone else.
So I was driving my brother home one fine day, when this idiotic car cut in front of me and barely avoided getting rear-ended. Naturally, I started uttering some very beautiful words.
I can't count how many times I wished I could chuck a red shell or poop out a banana peel from the back of my car.
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