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I Saw You
I saw you, you roided-up road-raging bro. I know I took a slightly wide turn onto Hamilton from Highway 1—that's why I waved an apology. But that didn't sink into your strangely small and malformed Neanderthal-lookin' head as you stuck it out the window to yell and scream at our minivan. Who'd you want to fight—me? My wife? Our 11-year-old son? You've obviously spent waaaaay too much time in your mama's trailer playing Grand Theft Auto. Stick to driving your overly accessorized small-manhood-compensating 1972 Ford Bronco off the road!
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