Stupid dumb damn cars!!! Filthy, fuckin' gas and oil and rubber contraptions! @$*(^#%!!
There were a dozen little details that might have let that fox/dog/small coyote cross the highway safely. None of them were in play this evening. I'm so sorry little furry animal. We really didn't mean to hurt you, but we understand that that is exactly what we are doing; even when our tires don't come in contact.
Hey drunk guy! You don't have to tailgate our car, containing two small people, just because your right foot has lousy cruise control.
Saturday Night on the Kansas turnpike was a big howdy-do and welcome back. If we ever get out of Kansas I'm gonna miss the little vomit that happens in my throat upon returning every time.
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