To the dickless wonder who just now nearly got himself killed beneath the wheels of my car while riding his mo-ped in between lanes on the Bedford highway at rush hour….your day is coming moron. Passing people on the lane lines and then weaving between cars is a recipe for disaster. I wouldn’t care except you’d waste my time because I’d have to clean up the blood and what little brain matter you have off my vehicle. Just because you have a friggin’ death wish, don’t draw the people who actually follow the rules down with you. On the positive side, you’ll help with population control, because you’re not going to be alive very much longer. You’re going to die man…do you understand that? Die! When, in future, you’ve on the pavement bleeding out after the accident you cause I hope you have time enough time to wonder whether it was worth your life getting home to your shitty apartment 90 seconds sooner than if you’d just followed the rules of the road you class a douchebag. —President of the “Had Enough” Club
This article appears in May 23-29, 2013.
Whatever class of “mo-ped’ that was, they should not be doing that shit. They really should be fair game for the Involuntary Organ Donation Program.
My fav is spaz in Highfield scootering up the road, on the sidewalks, tearing across the cross walks, rockin’ the lid and sun glasses, looks like an extra from Quadrophenia.
Did you want to kill him, OB?
And I’ll bet the vein in your forehead is still throbbing, isn’t it, OP?
Yes, the person on the moped was in the wrong but to wish injury on said person only reveals what a nasty-ass person you really are – take a chill pill or you might just rage yourself into a lamp post.
Why the lower case OP? Shouldn’t he be a Class “A” Douche?
..and why “dickless”? Isn’t what he’s doing more “reckless”? Dickless infers weakness or cowardice to me. Amirong?