You are a fat bitch. I was going to change lanes and your big fat ass came zooming up out of my blind spot as if you were late for a free pie giveaway at the grocery store. As you pass me, you make a face that contorts your meaty visage into a retardesque jumble of moustache and moles.

I reply by giving you a calm, semiextended middle finger thus demonstrating that you are hardly worth my time and effort. You then give me the finger. I then lose my paitence, point at you, and then put out my arms as if i were going to hug someone and sway back and forth, thus insinuating that you are a big fat hurting cunt.

I now see that i've hit a nerve. Instead of pulling out a gun or trading some paint with me, your big fat ass comes up with a different plan for revenge. you zoom up, pull in front of me, and start washing your windshield. As a result, wiper fluid sprays back at 85 mph's and covers my vehicle and windshield. I am forced to turn on my wipers and thus validate your TTT method of revenge, much to your amusement I'm sure. You then exit like a pussy before I can make the next move.

Bravo fat cunt, you were much more resilient than I expected.

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