RE: Racing Moment Humor

["Antaki" <wrack@home.com>]

Many a time I have considered a rear-mounted oil spray, figure that will get
rid of the vain fools who tailgate out of pure assholiness.

Or, a jet of oil onto the hot catalytic perverter.
Of course there would be a reservoir for storing used oil in, so's I don't
go wasting the good stuff on these worthless slime.

Or some type of paint-eating pigmented puke spray, set to coat just the
front of their car.
Imagine their surprise when they find that mess at wash-time.
Maybe they'd realize where it came from, and change their ways.
Oh, well, time to reload the crack pipe...

 R
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Antaki

Many a man thinks he is buying pleasure, when he is really selling himself
to
it. -Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)



-----Original Message-----
From: owner-scirocco-l@scirocco.org [mailto:owner-scirocco-l@scirocco.org]On
Behalf Of StephyGee
Sent: Saturday, February 05, 2000 10:39 AM
To: scirocco-l@scirocco.org
Subject: Racing Moment Humor


So I was up bright and early this morning because I had to take Mom to her
doctor's appointment.  I'm my usual mellow, not-a-care-in-the-world self as
I'm heading down the 110 highway to merge into the 10 East.  I'm in the far
right lane and there's an open lane next to me (hell, it was too early for
traffic on a Saturday morning).  Anyway, this Honda Civic EX (mini-sedan
looking type) comes blazing out of nowhere and sits smack on my car's ass!
If I tapped the brakes, the guy would have been in my back seat wishing me a
good morning :/    Okay....the lane next to me is EMPTY yet he's still
sitting on my backside.  I slow down so he can get the hint to go around if
he's in a hurry.  No dice.  He flips on his parking lights and they are a
neon blue color and vibrates/fluctuates colors so the damn things are
winking like a neon sign.  I'm coming up on the merge lane so I guess I got
a bit of road rage at this point (it was the lights damnit!), downshifted to
fourth gear, and punched it into the hairpin (30 mph zone) turn.  As I did
this, I let out my usual "whoo hooo!" howl and had the most evil grin
plastered on my mug (face, that is) while I'm glaring at this guy in my rear
view mirror.  My Mom looks over at me with wide-eyed horror, shakes her
head, and asks, "I was a good mother, wasn't I?"   I had to laugh :) as I
watched the Honda fade in my mirror then glanced over at my Mom.  I know I
have New Mexico plates on and the California (LA in particular) drivers give
me NO love, but damn....   Yeah....I need therapy :)


Steph


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