L.A. Can't Drive

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I’m sorry, but some people just look like dorks.  “Man,  why can’t I ever get laid?”  Maybe it’s because you look and act like a dork.  This tool had it all–bad glasses, dirty t-shirt, unshaven, frazzled hair, etc.  Hey may be an adult, but in his head he still clearly was the little kid who was picked on in the high school locker room, because he drove like he didn’t give a flying fu*k about anyone else but himself.  Angry little Hobbit, aren’t ya?  Apparently, he was so eager to beat early rush hour traffic so that he could play World of Warcraft at home that he was driving like a sexually frustrated extra on the Big Bang Theory.  Traffic was moving pretty smoothly north on Beverly Dr. in two lanes.  All of a sudden, this antsy putz pulls his car out to the right from the #2 lane and squeezes his Range Rover to my right so that there were 3 northbound cars waiting at a stop sign instead of 2.  Then instead of stopping–I would’ve even taken a California “roll” for chrissake–this tool barely hit his brakes and stepped on it to pass in front.  In fact, he was consistently ignoring right-of-way rules at subsequent stop sign intersections.  Selfish, narrow-minded jackasses like this don’t seem to grasp that everyone hates traffic, especially rush hour traffic, but their stupid driving antics make matters worse for everyone, including themselves.  Talk about shooting yourself in the foot–or in his case, it’s more like jerking off to porno until he’s chafing against his tighty whities.  OK, that was a tad gross, but he deserved it.

Filed under: aggressive, car lights, clueless