Pet Peeves/Rant Thread
This morning I'm at the metering lights getting on the freeway, traffic on the freeway moving at 75ish. And the car that gets the green next to me is a woman in a BMW and she gets on the freeway at 45, and I'm stuck behind her and there are two more pissed off drivers behind me. I hate people who drive way to slow that have fast cars. i.e. if I was stuck behind a 50 year old busted pick-up getin on the freeway then I dont mind.
ok...hows this...going to work..im getting on a sweeping right turn on ramp..the assclown infront of me is in a mountaineer doing about 30...whatever..i dont care...just fine....and hes like 1/2 in the shoulder....and im actually in lane....we merge onto a relatively empty highway and i try to scooch into the middle lane..and this *** in the mountiaineer moves with me...ok..whatever.....then i go around him in the left...and he GIVES ME THE FINGER...?!?!...what? So then i cut him off like three times and slowed to about 30 on the highway and wouldnt let him go around me....so..thats first...then...on the way HOME....i get on another highway on ramp and some biotch my age ion an explorer decides to cut me off at the absolute last possible second .....i have to swerve to avoid hitting her...grr...then...i pass her and give her the finger and a dirty look...then..soome old bag driving a mmercury wouldnt let me into the left lane...and is flashing me and ****..oh man...not a good driving day.....i was cut off like 5 other times by random people too...ugh...
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Wow thats bad, I notice when ever I get cut off though its not by people my own age (inexperienced drivers) its always old people and alot of asian people (no offence to anyone) just a fact i've observed, not directed at anyone in particular. No that thats out of the way I get pissed when its older people who should be better drivers cutting me off and holding me up.
i freakin bought the wrong cook book damn it
im gonna return it though
its a bakin cook book
it says to use cake mix in most of the recipes
i was like wut the hell when i got home a read it
i want some from scratch
im gonna return it though
its a bakin cook book
it says to use cake mix in most of the recipes
i was like wut the hell when i got home a read it
i want some from scratch
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i freakin bought the wrong cook book damn it
im gonna return it though
its a bakin cook book
it says to use cake mix in most of the recipes
i was like wut the hell when i got home a read it
i want some from scratch
i freakin bought the wrong cook book damn it
im gonna return it though
its a bakin cook book
it says to use cake mix in most of the recipes
i was like wut the hell when i got home a read it
i want some from scratch
Wait! Back 2 b1tchin bout drivin...
I've ONLY had thei happen to me in PA. If NEbody else has experienced this phenomena elsewhere PLEASE let me know so I can avoid it LIKE THE PLAGUE!!!
Couple-three years ago my job takes me to H'burg, PA. Drive up (it's only about 3 hours from here) and get me a room the night before. Next day. Contact the rest of my team and we decide to meet up at the Navy logisticts facility. Rolling down teh on-ramp to teh freeway, gauging the speed of traffic (side-view mirror, then a quick glance over my shoulder to confirm... Back to eyes-front for a quick second before my last glance at my upcomming gap as I roll into teh throttle and WTF!!! Oh schitt!!! Oh schitt!!! Oh schitt!!! The phugkin moroon in fron of me has come to a COMPLETE STOP!!! at teh bottom of teh on-ramp!!! I've got a half-a-nano-second to decide if I can squeeze in an entire prayer before I die in a big 'ol fireball. I managed to stop, of course, but only just!!!
Happened to me about 17-eleven-ty times that trip... Countless times since then. I'm more prepared now whenever I drive up to PA.
I've ONLY had thei happen to me in PA. If NEbody else has experienced this phenomena elsewhere PLEASE let me know so I can avoid it LIKE THE PLAGUE!!!
Couple-three years ago my job takes me to H'burg, PA. Drive up (it's only about 3 hours from here) and get me a room the night before. Next day. Contact the rest of my team and we decide to meet up at the Navy logisticts facility. Rolling down teh on-ramp to teh freeway, gauging the speed of traffic (side-view mirror, then a quick glance over my shoulder to confirm... Back to eyes-front for a quick second before my last glance at my upcomming gap as I roll into teh throttle and WTF!!! Oh schitt!!! Oh schitt!!! Oh schitt!!! The phugkin moroon in fron of me has come to a COMPLETE STOP!!! at teh bottom of teh on-ramp!!! I've got a half-a-nano-second to decide if I can squeeze in an entire prayer before I die in a big 'ol fireball. I managed to stop, of course, but only just!!!
Happened to me about 17-eleven-ty times that trip... Countless times since then. I'm more prepared now whenever I drive up to PA.


