Fresh off my entry on "Hello" frustrations, as I was riding my bike down the street this afternoon I was reminded of another one of my favorite past times for some of the bigger d-bags in the area:
On an empty or uncrowded street as they are coming up on or passing me in their car/truck honking their horn repeatedly until I look up and then laughing.
Though I generally like to think of myself as a relatively peaceful person, its times like these that I contemplate the merits of beating a man unconcious.
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